this kind of thing does not happen to me, seriously
i spent nye with my sister and her friend, and we made cheese fondue and pigs in a blanket, and we played trivial pursuit and had the world's most chilled-out nye. and then i was driving home, and i turned onto the main street that takes me to my street, and i stopped because the cab in front of me had stopped because it looked like someone had flagged it down only it was already full, and this guy comes running from across the street, gesturing at me to roll down my window, and when i do, he says his friend got hit and could i take him to somerville hospital.
and i'm thinking "what do you mean, hit? i don't see a car accident", but by now the friend is also crossing the street, and he's got his arms crossed over his stomach and his t-shirt is covered in blood.
O.O
so i say yes, of course, and these three people pile in my car - the poor bleeding kid, his friend who flagged me down, and a girl who's with them. the hospital's not far, just up the street from where we are, so i'm booking it down there with this guy in my back seat moaning that he's leaking and he needs a cigarette, and his friend telling him to hang on, and this girl in the front seat bitching about the blood on her hands and i guess she got blood on her coat and she sounds freaked out, and i'm thinking holy shit, some total stranger who looks like he got stabbed in the stomach is bleeding in the back seat of my car.
i drop them off at the entrance to the er, the friend thanks me, says god bless you, and i go home. where i discover one of the guys left his phone in my car. >.< so i truck it on back to the hospital to return it, and now there are a couple cops there, and one of them kind of stops me so i explain what i'm doing - i just dropped these people off, one of the guys left his phone in my car - and the cop asks me who i am to them, like what kind of relationship do i have with these folks, and i tell him i was just driving home and they flagged me down to take the one kid to the hospital. he lets me return the phone and asks me to hang out so they can talk to me. and i say i didn't see anything, i don't know what kind of help i'd be, but sure. another cop asks for my id, so i have to go out to the car to get my driver's license, and he writes down my info and also asks me if i can hang out a few minutes.
and i'm thinking hey, no problem, i hope the kid's ok, and another cop tells me they might need my car. by now i've explained what happened and where about five times, it's a really simple story, and seriously, there's nothing in my car that's going to help these people. it's not like the kid bled all over the back seat. i hope they don't have to impound it or anything. (what? i watch a lot of tv.) the cop says he has to look inside, i say sure, we go back outside, i unlock the car, he pokes around the back seat with a flashlight, we all go inside. he tells me to wait a few minutes while they figure out if they'll need to hold on to my car or not, so i sit in the little waiting area and watch tv (it looks like a rerun of jimmy fallon's talk show) and listen to the bleeding guy's friend and the girl who was with them - the girl's making phone calls and bitching at whoever answers and pacing up and down the hallway, and the friend's either having really quiet phone conversations or not really saying anything. the girl says a couple of times (into her phone) that she doesn't even like the kid, and she calls someone a cunt, and she bitches about these people to the friend, and she's loud and angry and after a while a cop comes by to tell them the bleeding kid's stable, and the friend tells the girl she can go home, she doesn't have to stay, and she says no, she'll stay.
(at one point she tells him he should go home too, and he says he can't, like he has to stay with his friend who was hurt. i gather that the girl is staying because of the friend, not because of the bleeding kid.)
and this whole time i'm listening to them and waiting for the cop to come back and either tell me i can go home or they'll need to hang on to my car until tomorrow, and eventually he does come back and says i can go, they don't need me or my car, and they write down my license plate and my phone number and ask if the car is registered to me (it is), and let me go. and i come home.
this is the first time in my life that good samaritanism has earned me a conversation with some (pretty friendly, all things considered) cops and half an hour hanging around a hospital in the middle of the night. i hope the kid's ok - one of the cops told the friend and the girl that they'd probably have to transfer the kid to a bigger hospital, but he was at least awake and talking - but jesus, what a way to start the new year.
and i'm thinking "what do you mean, hit? i don't see a car accident", but by now the friend is also crossing the street, and he's got his arms crossed over his stomach and his t-shirt is covered in blood.
O.O
so i say yes, of course, and these three people pile in my car - the poor bleeding kid, his friend who flagged me down, and a girl who's with them. the hospital's not far, just up the street from where we are, so i'm booking it down there with this guy in my back seat moaning that he's leaking and he needs a cigarette, and his friend telling him to hang on, and this girl in the front seat bitching about the blood on her hands and i guess she got blood on her coat and she sounds freaked out, and i'm thinking holy shit, some total stranger who looks like he got stabbed in the stomach is bleeding in the back seat of my car.
i drop them off at the entrance to the er, the friend thanks me, says god bless you, and i go home. where i discover one of the guys left his phone in my car. >.< so i truck it on back to the hospital to return it, and now there are a couple cops there, and one of them kind of stops me so i explain what i'm doing - i just dropped these people off, one of the guys left his phone in my car - and the cop asks me who i am to them, like what kind of relationship do i have with these folks, and i tell him i was just driving home and they flagged me down to take the one kid to the hospital. he lets me return the phone and asks me to hang out so they can talk to me. and i say i didn't see anything, i don't know what kind of help i'd be, but sure. another cop asks for my id, so i have to go out to the car to get my driver's license, and he writes down my info and also asks me if i can hang out a few minutes.
and i'm thinking hey, no problem, i hope the kid's ok, and another cop tells me they might need my car. by now i've explained what happened and where about five times, it's a really simple story, and seriously, there's nothing in my car that's going to help these people. it's not like the kid bled all over the back seat. i hope they don't have to impound it or anything. (what? i watch a lot of tv.) the cop says he has to look inside, i say sure, we go back outside, i unlock the car, he pokes around the back seat with a flashlight, we all go inside. he tells me to wait a few minutes while they figure out if they'll need to hold on to my car or not, so i sit in the little waiting area and watch tv (it looks like a rerun of jimmy fallon's talk show) and listen to the bleeding guy's friend and the girl who was with them - the girl's making phone calls and bitching at whoever answers and pacing up and down the hallway, and the friend's either having really quiet phone conversations or not really saying anything. the girl says a couple of times (into her phone) that she doesn't even like the kid, and she calls someone a cunt, and she bitches about these people to the friend, and she's loud and angry and after a while a cop comes by to tell them the bleeding kid's stable, and the friend tells the girl she can go home, she doesn't have to stay, and she says no, she'll stay.
(at one point she tells him he should go home too, and he says he can't, like he has to stay with his friend who was hurt. i gather that the girl is staying because of the friend, not because of the bleeding kid.)
and this whole time i'm listening to them and waiting for the cop to come back and either tell me i can go home or they'll need to hang on to my car until tomorrow, and eventually he does come back and says i can go, they don't need me or my car, and they write down my license plate and my phone number and ask if the car is registered to me (it is), and let me go. and i come home.
this is the first time in my life that good samaritanism has earned me a conversation with some (pretty friendly, all things considered) cops and half an hour hanging around a hospital in the middle of the night. i hope the kid's ok - one of the cops told the friend and the girl that they'd probably have to transfer the kid to a bigger hospital, but he was at least awake and talking - but jesus, what a way to start the new year.