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Paramedics from Hell 18
From : Tae Kim 14 Oct 95
Subj : Paramedics from Hell 18
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Over the weekend, two dead bodies were discovered in the city of Lowell,
MA. As my partner and I were driving around the city, looking for the
'ultimate' donut, a '10-53' - 'dead body' call went out over the air.
Having nothing better to do, we signed-on and told the disptacher that we'd
go over to 'check things out.' The body was discovered near a local
breakfast place, where I swear they serve the most dangerous breakfast
sandwiches - grilled hamburger bun topped with a scrambled egg, ham, bacon,
and sausage, *plus* home-fries. The 'Three-Meat Boot Mill' sandwich.
Deadly. But I digress.
A large crowd had spilled out of the normally filled to capacity restaraunt
once the discovery had been made, so my partner took the opportunity to go
inside and place an order for both us - only to discover that the cook was
outside too, observing the scene. Apparently, the unseasonably warm weather
lately melted enough snow off the body for someone to recognise it and call
the cops. The body was at the bottom of a recently drained river, some
fifty feet below any surface roads, so recovering it proved to be
challenge. When the fire department finally got to the body and flipped it
over onto it's back, a small gasp and murmurs errupted from the crowd, as
all they'd been able to see prior was a vague snow-covered back. Forty-ish
year-old male, and by the looks of the way the head lolled to-and-fro as
they loaded it onto a Stokes (chicken-wire) basket to haul up, he'd
probably broken his neck.
As a winch slowly raised the basket up to the watching crowd, I noticed
that both his wrists were fractured - possibly an indication that the man
had been conscious as he fell, and tried to 'brace' his fall with his
outstretched arms, resulting in the bilateral fractures as he impacted. His
face was slightly bloated, and a mottled blue, but the cold environment
prevented the formation of gasses in the body, leaving his features
relatively intact and bearable to look at.
The murmur rose in volume as the body got closer to the crowd. Several
late-comers crossed the yellow-taped 'police-line' to try and get a better
look. My partner and I were standing at the edge of the riverbank with a
full view of the proceedings - to the envy of the rest of the crowd.
'Hey,' I said to the crowd, half-jokingly, 'you can stand here with us -
but it'll cost you a dollar.'
The dollar bills began to wave at me from the front row. Sick fucks.
The other body discovered that day was at the end of a dead-end alley. Again,
the warm weather and recent rain storms helped uncover it from it's snowy
blanket. Another crew was responded to the call with us, and as we stood there
while having a cigarette, waiting for the cops to arrive, one of the newer guys
pointed out the 'scratches' on the man's face.
"He must've been in a fight or something," he ventured.
"Nah. You see how regularly shaped the scratches are - almost
triangular?"
"Yeah?"
"Those are from rats getting a little snack."
The boy blanched and decided to wait in the truck, while the rest of us
remained in the alley. It was a hell of a nice day.
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