A Story : A Short Story

Patients will bite, hit, pull knives and even turn to hospital equipment like IV poles to use as weapons against those who are caring for them.

Castillo kept acting in belligerent manner and stating that he was going to leave. I, Steven Evans then spoke to him about the fact that he appeared to be intoxicated and that he could not leave at this time. I reiterated to him that any attempts at leaving would not work and he could possibly end up being restrained by medical staff with Security assistance. The patient did not like what I said to him, so he threatened to leave and then proceeded to step out of his room. Security Officer Alonso and I asked him twice to go back to his bed, at which time he became unreceptive and refusing to go back to his room. Officer Alonso and I had to physically and forcefully direct him back to his bed. Once on the bed, he became physically aggressive and attempted to hit Officer Alonso. We instantly took control of the patient's arms and upper body while Security Officers Paz and Weiland controlled his legs as he kept screaming and fighting with us. Nurse Baptiste proceeded to contact the patient's Doctor Cleveland so that a sedative could be given to him. At 0020 hours Nurse Baptiste walked into the room to administer a sedative to Mr. Castillo. The patient fervently refused and Security had to physically hold the patient down during the

The trainer then started cutting off all equipment. Once the ambulance arrived, an IV was put into his arm but the pressure applied to Mr. Malarchuk’s neck was never left without pressure until he was in doctors’ hands at the local hospital.

The team moved up, eliminated threats quickly, and were rapidly approaching the middle of the bridge. Upon reaching the center, they saw the law enforcement officers that attacked from the other side firing upon the position of the man with the C4 vest, who was cowering behind a now bullet-riddled sedan. Due to their proximity to the explosives along with the hundreds of civilians in the blast radius, Blackburn yelled,”Chavez, the two officers could blow this bridge sky-high if they kill that man, take ‘em down!” “Are you ordering friendly-fire, sir?” “Don’t question me just do it now,” responded Blackburn with a now slightly annoyed tone of voice. Chavez unwillingly raised his rifle and dropped one of the officers with a non-lethal shot to his leg, and watched and he fell the ground, with his partner soon following. Slightly sickened but still keeping his head in the operation, Chavez and Blackburn moved up to the position of the man with the

"He was just telling us to give back his gun. Give me back my gun! Give me back my gun!' But we just carried on beating him up and immobilized him and that was it."

“But they didn’t die, the Young Warrior saved them.” Simon whimpered reaching for his Mother; he gazed in her eyes silently pleading for his brother to be wrong.

“Shaun, you know I can’t let you operate on anyone right after you’ve been in a traumatic event.” Melendez could see Shaun’s shoulders begin to tense up. “Tell you what. Go sit in the waiting room. Catch your breath an-“

The doctor yelled at security as the patient convulsed uncontrollably on the ED bed. I watched as the officers grabbed her arms and legs, and secured them to the bed with a belt. There were very prominent track marks running down her arm and obvious burn marks on her lips and fingers. The patient had been brought in for a reported methamphetamine overdose, but what should have been a straightforward central line insertion crawled on for more than 15 minutes. I witnessed the doctor take quick action, giving the patient haloperidol and a benzodiazepine. It was incredible to see the amount of training, knowledge, and skill the doctor possessed, ultimately saving this patient’s life. Though this patient survived, this type of situation

Apparently half the medical Chain of Command decided to come comfort and spectate. As Logan grabbed the door leading to a very surreal world, he turned with a less than comforting look to hand me the syringe. “You want me to do it?!”

“Ford, p-please don't… Augh!” Before he could say another word, the syringe dove into his wound.

On September 4, 2016 at approximately 0210 hours, Security Officers Ariel Weiland, Collins McCoy and Steven Evans responded to multiple code (73) Panic/Duress Alarm at the EMS bay area. Upon arrival, we were informed by medical staff y that security was needed in room ED #35. Security went in the room and observed numerous medical staff trying to control combative patient, Marten Sommer (DOB: FIN- 10/15/1993-86129014) on the stretcher. Patient Sommer was yelling, highly intoxicated, acting in a belligerent manner and attempted to get out bed. The patient attempted to hit E.D. Doctor Peter Alamia at which time Security Officers Collins took control of his lower limbs while Officers Weiland and Evans control his upper body.

Staff were able to verbally convince the patient to return to her room. Once the patient sat on the bed, she was instructed to lie down in order to receive one IM. The patient was non-compliant and refused to lie down. Clinical staff instructed site security to physically assist the patient in to a supine position, on the hospital bed. Security proceeded to do so, with some resistance from the patient. The patient verbally agitated and attempting to scratch site security. Security was able to maintain physical control of the patient while clinical staff administered 1 IM to the patient’s right shoulder and then proceeded to apply 2 soft restraints to the patient’s arms.

Arriving at the hospital, they walked past the nurses' station artfully dodging gurneys and wheelchairs proceeding to the isolation room where Dr. Walsh is pacing back and forth impatiently. He looked at the General with daggers in his eyes "General I demand to be allowed out of here immediately"

‘Oh that.’ The boy crouched down to Jarrah’s level, which gave him the appearance of a long-limbed praying mantis. He held in his arms a notebook close to falling apart at the spine.

“Lovienthal, get in!” Mary snapped at him and he did as he’d been told, still cheering at the realization that his friend was alive. The pain of his twisted ankle temporarily vanishing as adrenaline coursed through him.