A young guy gets brought in with a non-life-threatening gunshot wound to his arm.
The police were called and the patient had no idea who shot him.
After the police left, the patient admitted that his own friend shot him. He was sent home that night.
Not 45 minutes after my shift started the next day, the patient’s “friend” comes in with a GSW to the leg.
Guess who the perp was.
Can’t you just smell Jack Daniels and hear someone yelling “How do YOU like it” in the background?
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