Code 3 for a “cat scratch. Severe bleeding.”
“What kind of shit is this?”
“Hmm… I don’t think I’ve had that before…”
“I wonder if it’s a bobcat.”
“Don’t drive all crazy.”
A man in his 50s is sitting on the lawn in a nice neighborhood. His sock is soaked through with blood. There is a trail of blood leading up the driveway to his residence, and another trail of blood leading across the street into the neighborhood park, where a bunch of neighbors and their dogs are playing. A couple of neighbors are hanging around after trying to control the bleeding.
“What happened to you?”
“My cat scratched me.”
“It’s just a regular domestic cat, right?”
“You on blood thinners?”
I put some dressings on his leg with a bandage roll next to him. Suddenly, a large puppy, clearly in a very playful mood, comes running toward us, circles around the patient, picks up the bandage roll and takes off at top speed.
“Hey! I need that! Come back here.”
“That’s Buster,” says one of the neighbors.
“Well, tell Buster I want my roll back sometime today.”
“I don’t know if you can still use it.”
“I’m kidding, sir.”