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*[[Life Hacks/Focus on keeping the situation calm|Focus on keeping the situation calm]] | *[[Life Hacks/Focus on keeping the situation calm|Focus on keeping the situation calm]] '''Request''' --[[User:Notsooldpervert|Notsooldpervert]] ([[User talk:Notsooldpervert|talk]]) 06:08, 23 October 2016 (CEST) | ||
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*[[Life Hacks/Get yourself out of this situation, grab Roni, and clear your head|Get yourself out of this situation, grab Roni, and clear your head]] | *[[Life Hacks/Get yourself out of this situation, grab Roni, and clear your head|Get yourself out of this situation, grab Roni, and clear your head]] | ||
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You watch as the guy fumes, and are sadistically pleased to see as you read his face that he is just about at the edge and has a rather strong desire to rough you up. That is the key, he wants to get physically hands-on with you, an area you are quite confident you can come out on top. You might be a bit more hesitant if he seemed to be itching to pull his side-arm or something, but in this case you know you can win.
“You know what?” you say, “I’m not scared of you. Probably the only reason you are so hostile towards women is because women and children are the only people you can threaten around. You’re so chicken-shit you don’t know how to deal with it when a real man appears.”
“Oh, that’s it punk!” Billy’s dad growls as he climbs the last few steps up to where you are sitting in the bleachers. Your mind goes into overdrive now calculating your advantages. You may be sitting down, but in this instance that is actually a good thing. You are surrounded on all sides with the uneven ground of the bleachers, and Patricia is sitting on the isle side of the bench. This means that no matter what, this guy is going to have to traverse an area with hazardous footing in order to get to you.
The world seems to slow around you as you get ready to draw him in, and you find you somehow actually have time to laugh for a second and enjoy the fact that this guy has chosen to approach you from the very worst angle possible, climbing over Patricia and over-extending his balance in the process. You lean your weight back slightly at the very last second as he tries to grab you by the shirt collar, causing him to over-extend himself more as he subconsciously thinks he just needs to reach that little bit more to get you without having to correct his balance, and then you have him right where you want him. Somehow, you have time to think forward to how this is going to look to other people. You shift your body sidways a little, pushing your right knee out farther, and then you simply reach your upper arm up under the stupid ass-hole's arm right as he manages to get his hand on your shoulder. He looses his balance at this moment, and the support he manages to get from having his hand on your shoulder actually directs his body to twist away from you and places his head on a direct collision course with your knee. The only thing you have to do now is let gravity do the rest, and his temple winds up smashing directly into your knee, and you hear the sickening sound of bone crunching.
“Oh my God!” Patricia yells as she struggles against the officer's weight on top of her. It actually winds up being HER that shoves his weight down off of the two of you as he is pretty well entangled with your arms and legs at this point. While she is pushing him down, you find that you are actually holding him up as his dead-weight slides down to the bench below. Your subconscious is already starting to sense what has happened, and your conscious brain is catching up very fast. You hold onto him and lower him gently to the bleacher bench below where you are sitting, supporting his head the best you can to lay it down gently.
Your heart surges as you drink in every feature of his scarlet face. You look his body up and down, and you are relieved to see the slight rise and fall of his chest. You allow your hand to find his wrist, and quickly palpate his radial pulse site, and it steadily flutters away at what you guesstimate to be around 90 beats per minute judging by the spacing between the 3 beats you pick up. At this point, your brain goes from terror to full gear action mode as you next begin calling out to him, the reality of the situation completely shoving out the vain frustrations and anger of literally 3 seconds ago in favor of the artificially enhanced medical first-aid responder skills that are coming to life in your head.
"Sir." You say once, and then louder "SIR! Are you Ok!" You pound on the chest of his vest instead of his shoulders. The memory comes to life, decompressing all the information your brain picked up from the tactile information from the moment his head hit your knee and you use your enhanced skills related to utilizing your enhanced sense of touch to interpret every single vibration that passed from his body in the form of the bones popping and cracking into your knee, and you are relieved to discover there was no spinal injury. That's good at least, but the brain inside his head got jostled around quite a bit, impacting the areas responsible for hearing, speech, balance, and the tactile sensory and voluntary motor centers of his arms and legs. You evaluate that, while this is an injury he will recover from easily, all of those functions will be perminantly reduced by about 10-20% functionality for him in the future.
You make this prognosis in the space of about 1 second from the eyes of the outside world. This is a skill that no normal human would or should have. Fortunately though, your first-aid skills begin running on auto-pilot as you pull open first his right eye-lid and then his left, and you see exactly what you expected to see. At about this point, Billy's dad begins to mumble incoherently as he shakes his head from side to side and begins to thrash about. Well, thrashing is not really the correct word. It is more like his entire body is jerking and twitching slightly. In order to isolate his body a bit better, you slide his upper body down into the foot space, placing his head right between your knees.
Having fully assessed the situation, your eyes next dart to the radio on the police officer's chest. You immediately snatch the item off of his chest and press the button to begin talking into it.
"Dispatch, please send medical assistance to Wendel park at the baseball diamonds. 10-61, officer down, please send a bus and officers, civilians in area." Your stomach begins to turn into a twisted knot after giving this message. You just stuck your neck WAY the hell out and started making use of the skills that you had artificially enhanced with no knowledge as to whether or not any of the things you just said were in any way accurate. You wait with baited breath for the response from the other end of the line, and the 1.5 second pause seems like an eternity to your brain that has been revved up to maximum speed by the adrenaline and panic.
"Copy that," the voice comes back from the other end of the radio, "sending medical and officer assistance to Wendel park. What's the situation."
"Head trauma secondary to a fall, suspected concussion, left pupil is fixed and dilated." you say back, and then, "no hostiles in the area," you add on just for good measure.
"Copy that," the voice responds again, "please keep the situation calm until assistance arrives."
You breathe a sigh of relief. All of the most urgent and essential parts of the emergency response have been covered now, all that is left is preventing by-standers from messing up the situation and delivering a report to the responders when they come. There is also the matter of monitoring the head-trauma victim for any changes in his condition.
What will you do?
- Focus on keeping the situation calm Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 06:08, 23 October 2016 (CEST)
- Focus on monitoring the head-trauma victim
- Get yourself out of this situation, grab Roni, and clear your head
- Win a Fight (Player)(10) 1st time (X10) = 100
- Get into a fight(5) 1st time (X5) = 25
- Win a Fight (Xander)(10) 1st time (X10) = 100
- (555 + 100 + 25 + 100 = 780)
