"911, what's your emergency?"
"i fugged up. reeeeaallly bad. ow fuck! shit man-"
"sir? what's the situation?.... hello? sir?"
ryans heart sped up as the ambulance took a sharp corner, sirens piercing his thoughts while he snapped on fresh latex gloves. it was his third day on the job and he couldn't ease his nerves in the slightest. las vegas was a crazy place, and with every alert he was clueless of what to expect.
after a brief two more minutes, the vehicle came to a stop and his boots hit pavement. the emt gave him a pat on the shoulder as the boy was approached by two officers.
"so, this ones a bit of an oddity," one officer started, shaking his head.
"found him on the roof! he was laughin and bleedin all over the place. claimed he was tryna ride the ceiling fan. i dunno what that means, but the fan is on the livin' room floor all broken up if ya wanna take a shot at it. he's over with the older fella officer mcpike. doesn't appear to be critical condition but i dunno, you're the doctor boy."
ryan sighed in relief as he grabbed his medical kit, making his way to the elder officer. a man was propped up against the wall of the house, lazily waving a finger at the cop.
"listen man, the bes kinda drink 'as gotta 'av fuggin... what's it called?"
before the cop could even reply, the mans eyes crossed and his head hit the pavement as he blacked out. if the situation wasn't bad before, it definitely was now with the fact there was a new headwound.
"i'm gonna need to get him on a stretcher and get him to the er- he needs a check for concussion and any internal bleeding or broken ribs." ryan rambled as the emt who had followed him over jogged back to the ambulance. half of what he said was with confidence, but he wasn't entirely into the groove of things. he really just wanted to get him to the hospital and off of his list of responsibilities.
it wasn't easy to get an unconscious, bloody man onto a stretcher. ryan and the emt, brian, both took an end (ryan taking the head because technically, he had the higher position) and hoisted the man onto the board. the patients head lolled as they strapped him down, wheeling him into the back of the ambulance, as their driver had been kind enough to lay down the ramp, before departing from the home.
taking a deep breath, ryan carefully began taking vitals and listed them off for brian to write down.
"steady pulse. no irregular breathing. two head wounds- one on the back and one on his forehead, right threw the eyebrow." the paramedic spoke, prodding at the mans ribs for broken bones.
at that, the mans eyes shot open as he yelped in pain.
"WHATHAFUGDUDE!" he exclaimed as ryan continued to feel at his ribs.
"one fracture so far..." the mans eyes narrowed as his vision focused. he didn't remember much past explaining to the police man what a black tooth grin is. however, there was a gorgeous paramedic hovering right above him and the light in the ambulance even made it appear like he was glowing. and the fact that he was shitfaced helped too.
"it seems there's only one fracture and some bruising. sir, can you give me your name?"
"what's yer name?"
"ryan. and yours?"
"weeeeelll i'm brendon urie so i guess you're gonna be ryan urie." brendon slurred, a grin on his lips as the man appeared to get flustered.
"that's off topic," ryan deadpanned, trying to seem solemn, "can you please rate your pain on a scale of one to ten? one being minimal, ten being excruciating."
