/sci/ - Science & Math

>New Year's, wasted drunk, phone battery dead, stumbling to 7-11 for a mountain dew
>see a dude just sprawled out on the asphalt in a puddle of blood
>oh shit
>empty for blocks, just me and this dude and no 911
>stagger over to him and find that he's alert and verbal and really really drunk
>multiple knife wounds to this guy's abdomen
>incredibly this mfer is A&Ox3 in spite of being this drunk and having multiple life-threatening injuries
>he is STILL taking deep, bloody swigs from a bottle of Grey Goose as he talks to me
>remember that the fire station is only a few blocks away
>fire stations have EMT's and paramedics and we can load him onto a rig there
>pick the dude up off the asphalt (he protests and curses at me) and start dragging his ass to the fire station
>White Claw and 9-dollar wine fuel my tiny 110-pound body as I drag this stabbing victim over a dozen blocks
>the whole time he alternates between drinking more vodka, thanking me, cursing at me, telling me to just put him down and leave him be, and offering me vodka
>he becomes so aggressive about offering me vodka that I retract my lips and pretend to take a swig
>this man is literally dying and it's just not even a concern
>reach the station and dump him on the front lawn, ambulance is already rolling up on us before I can reach the entrance
>tell the dudes on the rig how I found him and drunkenly slur my way through baseline vitals and a patient transfer as though I'm at work, actually try to help backboard him
>in hindsight I'm amazed at how polite they were about not letting me do that
>they transport him, mission accomplished
>finally stumble all the way to 7-11
>stumble in covered from head to toe in blood and liquor, leave a bloody handprint on the glass door, grab my mountain dew, approach the counter, try to count out change
>cashier is just staring at me wide-eyed in horror
>only thing I can think to say about the blood is, "Oh, don't worry, it's not mine"
Did I do good?