I know its late, but well I guess I finally have another story to share. Thanks to ShimmerBodyCream and babieboo-annie, they managed to convince me to try and start blogging again.
I just got back from a party, and I generally had a good time. My partner molested me thinking that I was another girl we mutually knew, felt really wanted and loved, and my friend banged his head on the table and started to bleed.

The cut wasn't as bad as that picture shows, but it was the most accurate one I could find.
Unfortunately, before I stepped in, there was a spat among the brothers of the house about how to properly handle the procedure.

It started getting loud and heated, and then one of them called me over to take care of the injured person. I settled things down, ended the spat and went on to mission mode. Nothing sobers you up like the sight of your friend on the floor in a pol of blood.

That's when I went on full EMT mode. My job as a CSA, which is the equivalent of a building RA, but I patrol the campus; they put us through training in case something like this happens. The brothers of the house surprisingly knew somewhat of what they were doing, but I was called in to make sure that everything was in proper order. I kept my cool, made sure the cut was okay, checked his pulse and vitals, consciousness, and if his vision was compromised or not; in the case of a concussion.
We then proceeded to bring him back to his room. Made him a solution of honey, sugar, salt, water and some bannannas on the side to make sure that he recovered most of the potassium ions lost through dehydration and the fluids to make sure that he had something to compensate for the blood loss. Checked him out before I left and he was perfectly coherent and just needed a good nights rest. before I left, there were a few guys stationed with him to keep watch just in case something happens.
What I found really strange in this story, was how much trust they put in me and how my decisions were seemingly the final call. I guess I'm not used to being someone that would or could be considered a figure of absolute authority. It might have been because I knew, or looked like I knew, exactly what I was doing. I'm just happy I learned everything I did up until now. Otherwise, I could have seen this turning out very ugly. Good night guys. Stay safe. And it's good to be back for real.
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