Helping the worthless

I guy came in last night at 3 in the morning. He had been shot in the leg three times and stabbed in the arm. Per policy, the hospital police came to interrogate him about the incident. Of course he wasn't talking. He didn't know who shot him, couldn't give a description, or any details what so ever. I entered the room and asked him how far away the person was who shot him, "he was standing about where you were," he replied.

I thought to myself, somebody walks up to you and shoots you from point blank range and you can't give any details of the person. Of course the guy doesn't want to be considered a "narc." He just wants to be fixed up so he can return to his gang-banging lifestyle.

He didn't have any life threatening injuries. I tanked him up and discharged him. I'll see him again one day, only then the bullet hole will be in a different location. He might live then too, then again he might not. I guess it is better to die in your twenties than to live long, prosper, yet be called a narc.