Code 3 for toothache. Thanks to MPDS, I’m sure it was Code 3 because the caller said he was short of breath since he was in so much pain, increasing it from 26A to 26D.
We’re driving Code 2. Fuck off.
Anyway, enough nerd stuff.
Campus police meets us as we all get on the elevator leading to the upper floors of the dorms.
“Hey, can I borrow your gun?”
“Let’s use the baton first.”
We knock on the door. We’re super happy right now since it’s well past midnight.
A grown-ass student in his 20s opens the door. He is flat-out crying like a little bitch.
“I need an ambulance!”
“I have a toothache. I need a fucking ambulance!”
“Then you need a dentist tomorrow morning, not an ambulance.”*
“I’m fucking in pain!”
“Toothaches hurt. But the hospitals around here don’t have dentists, and I don’t know a single dentist who works the graveyard shift.”
“I CAN’T FUCKING SLEEP AT ALL! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? FUCK!” He cries harder.
I shove a finger in his face, “WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! I said, go see a dentist tomorrow!”
He takes a step back, startled. He continues to whine and cry. He apparently has Percocets because a dentist told him 5 days ago he needed a root canal.
“So you’ve already been told why you have pain and what needs to happen. Go see a dentist tomorrow so the proper person can fix your problem.”
“I don’t have time tomorrow! I got things to do! I need to go to the hospital now!”
“You have things to do? Then don’t complain that no one took care of your toothache. You did nothing about it for 5 days. Man up, stop crying, and get your priorities straight. You can’t call us out here in the middle of the night if you’re not willing to go to the dentist like you’ve been told. We’re leaving.”
The sergeant smiled at us, “We’ll handle this.”