I caught him stealing my T.V.
I unclasped the seatbelts on the the bed, unvelcroed his hands from the wrist restraints, folded the handrail down out of the way, and told him to move over onto the white hospital bed sitting to his right. He stopped his drunken ramblings, looked at me, and hopped from one bed to the other. Landing on his swollen, welted back, he screamed in pain. The raised red welts on his chest and back were swelling to the point where they may begin bleeding at any moment.
"I guess everyone's here that needs to be here?" I said, looking around the crowded, white tiled emergency room.
"This is so-and-so. He's a 20's male who has been drinking and smoking all day. Therefore, he's very uncooperative and the history of today's event has been more than difficult to determine."
He had gotten drunk and high throughout the day. After drinking beer, after chilled beer, in the parking lot of his favorite park with his favorite friends, he drunkenly floated away from the pack of drunk and disorderlies to go and make some money. All in hopes of returning to that graveled parking lot, littered with empty glass beer bottles and roaches from their marijuana blunts, to continue partying with his loyal brothers.
"Upon arrival we found him cornered in a yard being detained by neighbors until we, and the PD, arrived."
As he stumbled up the grassy hill of the park, his mind raced. He was having so much fun swapping stories of intimidation with his brothers, he was enjoying slamming 12 ounces of cold, watered down beer, and desperately didn't want this day to end. In all his impairment, he decided he needed to fill his empty wallet with some presidents so he could go buy some more beer. Maybe this time, Coronas. His friends would be impressed.
As he passed the Safeway he quickly thought how easy it would be to just steal it from them. But, he remembered his last attempt and how it ended up with him face down in an alley, choking on gravel, with a knee in the small of his back. He rubbed the still sore lumbar muscles of his tattooed back and decided there was another option.
His uncles house was around the corner. Maybe he could sneak in there and steal some cash. He stood up straight, pulled his jeans up to the bottom of his butt, and started walking in his new white sneakers to the house.
Inside, the uncle was sleeping. He, as soberly as he could, tried to sneak around the house. In his mind he was quiet as a mouse, in real life, the uncle had already been awoken to the bull in the china shop.
He couldn't find any money. Contrary to what he may have believed, it wasn't laying around the house in piles. He scanned the room looking for possible candidates. His eyes locked on the new television set in the corner and dollar signs tempted his senses like a cartoon carrot.
"Patient was caught stealing a television set from a family member. He was detained and assaulted with fists and feet. Patient was struck multiple times in the face, chest, back, and abdomen."
The uncle had awoken and confronted him. Television is arms, he attempted to run. He was quickly subdued and apprehended by family and neighbors.
Sick and tired of being easy prey for this rogue relative, they began to beat him up. Clinched fists struck his face, busting his lip and breaking teeth, causing watery, red blood to explode from the swollen lip like puss from a zit. Boot clad feet kicked him as hard as they could in the chest, back, and stomach. Years of being his victim were now culminating to a violent climax. The steel-toed boots crushed ribs and broke bones.
And blinded by the fury of their disrespectful family member, the uncle found a large, gray, plastic electrical cord on the ground. Rolling in the mud, shirt torn off, the target of his anger beaconed him like a flashing white light.
"Patient was then struck several times with a large electrical cord. Patient sustained multiple blows on his anterior and posterior thorax, creating the large, raised welts you see in front of you. Patient is hypersensitive to touch and has immense pain with palpation."
The electrical cord became an extension of his anger. It whistled in the air as it was raised above his head. He then, with all the force he could ever imagine, brought that cord down as hard and fast as he could. It slapped his nephew's skin, echoing into the night sky. The moans awoke the neighbors. Whip after whip, the uncle released all his anger. Welts instantly formed and were raised with blood. With the passion of a Roman soldier, the uncle repeatedly whipped his nephew until he could no longer raise the cord.
"Patient complains of anterior and posterior thorax pain, left lateral chest wall tenderness, and difficulty breathing."
As we arrived, before the police, he sat kneeling in the corner of the muddy yard like a scolded dog. He was screaming and talking chaotically. I approached, he stood, and I yelled that he sit back down. He complied.
The uncle approached, winded, and said, "I caught him stealing my TV."
I shined my light on the cowling person in the corner and immediately noticed his chest and back. As if he were an extra from the movie Roots, he stood, knees buckling, and began crying. He was in immense pain.
"Patient, and witnesses, deny loss of consciousness and have full recall of event. Patient otherwise atraumatic and has no other complaints. No allergies, no medicines, no medical history. Blood pressure 140/80, heart rate 92 radially and regular, and respiratory rate 26 with difficulty breathing."
"Any questions?"
"I guess everyone's here that needs to be here?" I said, looking around the crowded, white tiled emergency room.
"This is so-and-so. He's a 20's male who has been drinking and smoking all day. Therefore, he's very uncooperative and the history of today's event has been more than difficult to determine."
He had gotten drunk and high throughout the day. After drinking beer, after chilled beer, in the parking lot of his favorite park with his favorite friends, he drunkenly floated away from the pack of drunk and disorderlies to go and make some money. All in hopes of returning to that graveled parking lot, littered with empty glass beer bottles and roaches from their marijuana blunts, to continue partying with his loyal brothers.
"Upon arrival we found him cornered in a yard being detained by neighbors until we, and the PD, arrived."
As he stumbled up the grassy hill of the park, his mind raced. He was having so much fun swapping stories of intimidation with his brothers, he was enjoying slamming 12 ounces of cold, watered down beer, and desperately didn't want this day to end. In all his impairment, he decided he needed to fill his empty wallet with some presidents so he could go buy some more beer. Maybe this time, Coronas. His friends would be impressed.
As he passed the Safeway he quickly thought how easy it would be to just steal it from them. But, he remembered his last attempt and how it ended up with him face down in an alley, choking on gravel, with a knee in the small of his back. He rubbed the still sore lumbar muscles of his tattooed back and decided there was another option.
His uncles house was around the corner. Maybe he could sneak in there and steal some cash. He stood up straight, pulled his jeans up to the bottom of his butt, and started walking in his new white sneakers to the house.
Inside, the uncle was sleeping. He, as soberly as he could, tried to sneak around the house. In his mind he was quiet as a mouse, in real life, the uncle had already been awoken to the bull in the china shop.
He couldn't find any money. Contrary to what he may have believed, it wasn't laying around the house in piles. He scanned the room looking for possible candidates. His eyes locked on the new television set in the corner and dollar signs tempted his senses like a cartoon carrot.
"Patient was caught stealing a television set from a family member. He was detained and assaulted with fists and feet. Patient was struck multiple times in the face, chest, back, and abdomen."
The uncle had awoken and confronted him. Television is arms, he attempted to run. He was quickly subdued and apprehended by family and neighbors.
Sick and tired of being easy prey for this rogue relative, they began to beat him up. Clinched fists struck his face, busting his lip and breaking teeth, causing watery, red blood to explode from the swollen lip like puss from a zit. Boot clad feet kicked him as hard as they could in the chest, back, and stomach. Years of being his victim were now culminating to a violent climax. The steel-toed boots crushed ribs and broke bones.
And blinded by the fury of their disrespectful family member, the uncle found a large, gray, plastic electrical cord on the ground. Rolling in the mud, shirt torn off, the target of his anger beaconed him like a flashing white light.
"Patient was then struck several times with a large electrical cord. Patient sustained multiple blows on his anterior and posterior thorax, creating the large, raised welts you see in front of you. Patient is hypersensitive to touch and has immense pain with palpation."
The electrical cord became an extension of his anger. It whistled in the air as it was raised above his head. He then, with all the force he could ever imagine, brought that cord down as hard and fast as he could. It slapped his nephew's skin, echoing into the night sky. The moans awoke the neighbors. Whip after whip, the uncle released all his anger. Welts instantly formed and were raised with blood. With the passion of a Roman soldier, the uncle repeatedly whipped his nephew until he could no longer raise the cord.
"Patient complains of anterior and posterior thorax pain, left lateral chest wall tenderness, and difficulty breathing."
As we arrived, before the police, he sat kneeling in the corner of the muddy yard like a scolded dog. He was screaming and talking chaotically. I approached, he stood, and I yelled that he sit back down. He complied.
The uncle approached, winded, and said, "I caught him stealing my TV."
I shined my light on the cowling person in the corner and immediately noticed his chest and back. As if he were an extra from the movie Roots, he stood, knees buckling, and began crying. He was in immense pain.
"Patient, and witnesses, deny loss of consciousness and have full recall of event. Patient otherwise atraumatic and has no other complaints. No allergies, no medicines, no medical history. Blood pressure 140/80, heart rate 92 radially and regular, and respiratory rate 26 with difficulty breathing."
"Any questions?"
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