Code 3 for man down.
Drunk regular. Same corner.
Passive-aggressively whining that the cops should take him to jail instead, my partner says, “He’s just drunk. He has no medical complaint. When we get to the hospital, what am I going to tell the nurses when they ask what’s wrong with him?”
The cops don’t want him. There’s no drunk tank. There’s no system in place to refuse the transport.
“Surely it’s not the first time the hospital has seen a drunk homeless guy.”
“Well, then – right or wrong – they clearly don’t have a good idea of how the real world works.”
Jesus… just put him on the gurney already.