I’m sitting in the office doing paperwork late at night, enjoying the peace and quiet. Of course, we do more paperwork than we do patient care.
I hear this sound that is not unlike a wounded wild animal, sort of like wailing or panting or moaning.
I put my hands over my ears. I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know.
Someone knocks on the front door, right where I’m sitting.
“Hey, that girl looks like she’s in trouble. I don’t know if they were fighting or something.” says the do-gooder as he points to 2 people across the street.
We walk over. A woman in her 20s is crying and hyperventilating. She’s around 6 months pregnant. She says she had pain in her abdomen.
“What’s happening here?”
“I was chasing that car. She was trying to break up with me.”
She points at a figure with a shaved head, standing a half-block away. I walk over, and it’s another woman. Neither one of them looks like productive members of society, unless we’re talking about producing offspring or business for tattoo shops. There sure is a lot of tail happening around here, and I am quite envious. The cops show up and are satisfied there is no crime.
The pregnant one barely has the attention span to focus on my words for more than a few seconds. She doesn’t want to go the hospital. I doubt she’s really in need of a hospital visit, but it is still a pregnancy combined with abdominal pain. I half-heartedly attempt to explain to her at a level she may be able to understand why she should go. It’s totally stupid, but it’s difficult to defend on paper a non-transport in this situation.
“Why don’t you want to go?”
“Because she’s gonna break up with me while I’m at the hospital.”
Try writing that down in the report.
I’m not even sure how to proceed at this point. I can’t really function at her level, and I’m not even that bright to begin with.
One cop interrupts. And he proceeds to give a beautiful speech about why she should go to the hospital, even mentioning friends of his who want babies but are unable to conceive while, right here and right now, she is willing to ignore the welfare of the baby that she is already carrying.
She agrees to go.
Then I hear from the other shift that these two were fighting again in front of the station the very next day and the pregnant one fell down. And someone called again.