After Bill exhausted us, GENTLE BEN and I heard Highway Patrol scream over the radio for assistance. We boogied to their rescue 6 miles away from our location. At the time we were the only ones free. The city was hopping with crime. Soon...they were calling for medical and a female officer.
By the time we had arrived...4 city cops were there. 3 deputies. 4 Highway Patrol. Two ambulances. A fire station. The parents.
The subject was 16 years old. She bit a fireman. She bit a deputy. She assaulted two Highway Patrol. She was struggling while being handcuffed and strapped to a gurney by the time GENTLE BEN got there. Slow fast driver. I kept pushing my foot on the imaginary gas petal on my side of the car. But he got us there safely.
She was high on something. Screaming. Non-sensical. Fighting. The best we could figure it out was probably a combination of drugs and we all thought Extacy-X was one of the substances. Through our Kevlar gloves, her skin was very hot to the touch. She was burning up from the inside out. Medical transport was critical.
She had been at a party at an unknown location. Her name was Jaymie.
She was nuts. Higher than a kite. The ambulance had to get the white straight jacket and straps. Two sets of handcuffs. Spit hood over her face. Two fireman and a police officer and ...her mother had to ride with the ambulance while they transported her code 3 to the ER.
GENTLE BEN: She was crazy. A fox, tho.
ME: Yep. Not one you would bring home to Mama. And Bears don't mix with foxes.
GENTLE BEN: Definitely not.
ME: Had enough action tonight?
GENTLE BEN: This was fun.
ME: Bears. So much different than Jack Russells.
GENTLE BEN: Sorry about my slow driving. Thanks for all the action.
ME: That's Ok. We missed all the vampire action.
That became our last call of the night. I sent the Bear home to hibernate. At least I know how to show a guy a good time. It's something.