spookbiscuit 👻

I told him he needs to go with them so he can get his arm treated & Marcy will see him at the hospital. Without hesitation, he agreed to go with them. They put him on a gurney and put more gauze on his arm. Last thing he said was “thanks, stranger!”. Then off goes the ambulance.pic.twitter.com/ZjavXAqsQ0

My part of the neighborhood is relatively peaceful at night. Dare I say, abandoned so I guess that’s why nobody came out to help him because everyone’s either asleep or out for the weekend. Still tho, it was fucking terrifying & unbelievably surreal. It’s like a bad comedy skit.pic.twitter.com/dzogry1Dxu

Thanks to my work experience and time working in the ER every other month, I knew exactly what to do. Tho I was scared because I didn’t know if he was a junkie on a bad high, has Dementia or just has ALOC. But once I knew he was just ALOC’ing, treating him came like 2nd nature.pic.twitter.com/QnwByBVGPj

So now I’m left with a fucked up lock for the sliding door and blood to mop up+sanitize. But what bugs me is that fucking cut on his arm. Like you know when you cut straight down? That’s his cut only it went deep like a box cutter would cut. It didn’t look self-inflicted either.pic.twitter.com/ig2dPa6ry6

Why I say it didn’t look self-inflicted (intentional or otherwise) is that there’d be some staggering or points where the cut would be misaligned due to the pain being unbearable to stay still for. Either way, I’m checking in on him tomorrow morning. I can’t let go of this.pic.twitter.com/VLTtrpEOzl

So yeah. This was an interesting night... I can’t believe this even happened, honestly. Seems way too out there. I legitimately thought some thief broke in and was gonna off me, but nope. I’m still shaking from all this too.pic.twitter.com/d10QN5dgI9

I have a lot to do tomorrow, before and after catching the new MI movie tomorrow. And I’ll have to explain to my parents why their closet and kitchen has a slight smell of bleach and cleaning materials. It’s been a long night.pic.twitter.com/BZgBbzNXIv