My partner and I have just cleared the hospital. It's been a fairly busy day so far, but not to many "real emergencies". Mostly we've had the 'been sick for a week' calls and a couple cases of insuranceitis. The day has been on the busy side for everyone in the city, at least the ambulances. As we clear we know that we are covering about 1/3 of the city.
We haven't gone far down the road when dispatch calls on the radio in a somewhat excited voice.
"Medic 11, we need you en route to Westwood Apartments for a shooting victim."
We turn on the lights and siren, and jump on the highway. We're in a fairly new ambulance and have it up to about 85mph. All of a sudden two blue blurs pass us at what must have been 120. We call dispatch to see if they have any other information. We are told this is a police officer that has been shot in the head, and there is one subject 10-27 (DRT or dead right there).
We arrive to find it has been raining cops. We have our city cops, two nearby city cops, Dallas County SO, and Highway Patrol all on scene. These guys are keyed up too! Talk about tense environment.
We find our "victim", a local PD officer awake, alert, and sitting on his knees by the parking lot. He said to us "I've been shot in the head." I look and find a small wound in the center of his forehead with blood trickling out of it. At the time I think it must have been a small caliber, maybe .22 or.25 perhaps. He denies loosing consciousness. The Engine crew from our house is there and we start getting him packaged. I ask where is the other guy, and this is where it starts to get scary for me.
One of the cops says "He's dead." Ok, I say, has anybody looked at him?
"NO! Goddammit, he's dead!"
But somebody (in EMS) has still got to look at him I tell the officer. Where is he?
"Oh fuck it! He's still in the apartment."
I look at my Captain, he says let's go. I grab our trauma bag and we take off running towards the apartment building. I see some cops in the area so I figure it must be there. As I make the turn to start up the stairs I look up and see King Kong holding a shotgun at the top of the stairs. Kong does not look pleased to see two guys running toward him.
I stop, raise my arms and yell "Fire Department! Fire Department! We have to check the other guy."
Kong is even less pleased now. We carefully and slowly made our way up the stairs and into the apartment. It looked like one hell of a fight had gone on in there. Furniture was all over the place, tables turned over, lamps broken, a body sized indention in the sheet rock.
There were several officers in the apartment, and they were all excited, and none of them were happy about "the damn paramedic" trying to save the bad guy. For the record, I wasn't trying to save him at that time. I only needed to check him and see if he was alive or dead. I could just see the Coroner coming to pick up live patient because nobody ever looked at him.
I found the resident laying prone over the foot of the bed. As I started to roll him over, a Sergent began yelling "He's still gotta gun". He had no pulse, so I was not to worried about him doing anything with the gun. I rolled him over, and found a small revolver wadded up in his shirt, with 6 ugly holes in his chest right over his heart. His eyes were fixed and dilated. I took the gun and gave it to the sergeant, and said "He's dead."
Behind me, I heard one of the officers yell "YES!!" and I saw a couple of high fives. When my Captain turned to leave, one of the officers had inadvertently had his shotgun pointed at his head.
To say we were nervous in the apartment was an understatement.
We ran back to the ambulance to find they had the officer ready to go. I jumped in the back with my partner, the patient, and another officer as one of the guys from the engine drove to the nearest trauma center about 10 minutes away. I quickly started two large bore IV's as we left, and put a non-rebreather mask on him. I looked more closely at the wounds on the head. He had two small laceration type wounds, one in the center of his forehead, and one on the back of his head. It looked like a small through and through wound.
He kept saying that the guy had shot him with his gun and that his head hurt. Vitals were good, so there wasn't much more for me to do but hang on. But hanging on was a full time job.
Our driver was a bit of the excitable type. He was excited and scared for our patient. Word was out that we were en route the the Hospital, so Dallas PD had an officer at every intersection it seemed between us and the hospital. We had a clear road, and every cop we passed, fell in behind us. My driver kept seeing the cops and getting more excited. At one point, our patient had one hand on my partners chest to help him stand up in the ambulance. When we got to the Trauma Center, we had a parade of maybe 20 police cars.
We learned afterwards that the officer had come to the apartment to serve some paperwork of some kind. The resident went ape shit, and the fight was on. Somehow, the resident had taken the officers gun away from him. The officer was armed with a Smith & Wesson auto, with the safety decocker. The resident could not get the safety off. He could pull the trigger, but nothing happened. The officer pulled his back up, a S&W .357 snub nosed revolver from an ankle holster, and that's when he was pistol whipped. He then stuck it into the bad guys chest and began pulling the trigger.
It turns out that the officer was not shot after all. The wounds were from the bad guy pistol whipping him when he couldn't get the gun to fire. Our officer was checked out and walked out of the hospital that night. He came by to thank us at the station a few days later which meant a lot.