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Originally Posted by SofaKingA
No, there was nothing else involved just alcohol. It was most likely due to the fact that I hadn't ate much that day. Lesson learned I suppose. I'll probably take a break from the nightlife...
Tully Mars, thats a good story. I dont know how anyone could just leave if they saw another person get stabbed. Although, I've never been in that situation so it would be hard to say exactly what I would do.
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Well, I was also an EMT, so officer of the court or not... leaving was never an option. But in a small town where everyone knows your name and business a strip club empties quickly at the first sign of trouble. Kind of looked like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
What people do or don't do in any given situation usually depends on their back ground, IMO. I spent 4 years on a Navy ship's fire dept. AKA the "flying Squad." After that I worked in Law Enforcement. You find yourself stopping at every broke down car, acccident, kids kite stuck in a tree etc..
I used to go every year with my brother and his co-worker on a Reno trip. One year an ice storm hit and I ended up driving to Salem from the north Oregon coast to pick him up. He couldn't get his car out of the driveway. So I drove my 4X4 an hour south to pick him up, didn't want to end up in Reno without him and with his friends- they were and are nuts. On the drive from Salem to the Portland airport we come upon an accident. A bad accident. I keep a first responders trauma bag in my truck. I tell him "I have to stop." "Really you have to?" "Actually yeah, it's kind of a law, not mention ethics thing." So I stop, do some triage, decide who to work on first- taking BP, pulse, checking pupils etc... and I hear sirens. Good, maybe I can still catch this flight. Within a few minutes there at least three rescue units and a couple state cruisers on scene. I explain to the first guy out of the first unit my take on the situation, what I did and to whom and all my ID info. "So, I'm good to go?" "Yes, I have the scene." "Great I'm outta here."
So, back on I-5 and within 20 mins we're at the airport with time to spare. I tell my brother I have to go wash up. I have blood up to each elbow. Fly into the restroom, throw that shirt away (I liked that shirt too, pissed me off to toss it), wash up and I'm good to go. A hour or so later and we're sitting on the plane and on our way. It dawns on me my brother hasn't said a word in well over two hours. I asked "So, ready to go win some cash." He turns and looks at me and says "How the hell do you do that?" "Do what?" "Back there, there was blood everywhere! I thought I was going to throw up, Jesus, God that was just awful." "I don't know never really thought about it."
He was quiet and white the whole flight. I remember thinking- it was bad but not really bad. He'd really loose it at a bad scene. But he's spent his whole life either working in or owning restaurants. What you do... depends on what you do, IMO.
Sorry about the thread jack. Now back to your regularly scheduled embarrassments.