Work is a spin.
There's too few officers for too many calls.
Nothing works. Victories are few.
Dispatch picks me for the bad call of the minute:
Naked guy at the train station.
No good comes from naked.
Naked is super high or vey schizophrenic.
In crack alley, I'm betting on a meth mix.
An ambulance has staged.
Ghost Hunter, Conquistador, and C3K
are taking to him in the parking lot
when I arrive.
Naked guy is twenty, 6'2",
and muscular.
He's stock still, arms at his side,
staring forward.
His eyes are big and bulging and red.
He is barely in his own body.
C3K is a great talker,
but naked guy isn't
having any of it.
I tag in.
How are you feeling?
"Great."
You must be hot.
"Yeah...."
Do you have a fever?
He grunts.
Do you feel dizzy?
"No..."
What is your name?
"Joshua."
Joshua. Somebody said
you were in the Women's bathroom.
Where you trying to cool down?
"I am trying not to burst."
I think you should go to the hospital.
I slowly nod.
His eyes shift to me.
They will help you not burst.
It's a good place to be.
"Yeah."
We call up the ambulance.
A fire rig pulls up code.
He tenses.
I am waiting for the fight.
The medic asks him,
"What is your name."
"Lord."
Trouble.
He's claiming to be a deity.
These are good guys.
I nod again.
Let's get on the gurney.
He moves and sits
on the gurney.
The ambulance crew wants
him covered with a sheet.
He won't be covered,
throws it aside.
"No sheet."
It's the wrong fight, but they insist.
"Lord does not need a sheet."
I whisper in the officers' ears
to each hold down a limb
when the signal is given.
I make sure the medic
readies a sedative.
I nod.
We grab a limb, strap him down,
and belt him in.
The medic tries to stick him,
but the needle bounces
off the naked man's skin.
The he tries again and stabs hard.
The needle's in.
He's injects the naked man.
As we walk away, I'm teased about my
head nodding and jedi mind tricks.
