Zeroisanumber posted:

One time we got a call for a stabbing and arrived on-scene to find a 19-year old with a knife sticking out of his throat. We got him on the ambulance and rushed him to the nearest trauma surgeon and did everything that we could, but he still died. He was kind of with it for a little while and he tore my shirt halfway off while I was working on him in the back of the ambulance. After we dropped him off and gave report, I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face and spent a few minutes literally shaking.

After that, we stopped by my place so I could get a new shirt. The rest of the day was pretty quiet, so we mostly sat in the ambulance in Times Square shooting the poo poo and eating halal salads.