Meanwhile, Tim and Jordan had their hands full. They were one of three units called out to a scene of utter chaos. Two very drunk individuals had gotten crosswise at a popular watering hole and succeeded in getting themselves thrown out, but not before causing quite a bit of damage.
The fight had moved to the parking lot, with friends of each man deciding to wade into the melee, resulting in twelve people with injuries before the cops arrived to break it up.
Tim applied a butterfly bandage to the patient he was triaging, while to his right Jordan was attempting to take vital signs of one of the men that had caused the whole mess in the first place.
“Sir, I need you to hold still,” Tim heard Jordan say for the second time, with steel in his voice. “I’m going to have to restrain you if yo
