The guy is face down in a pile of puke like some kind of fucking drunk fucking piece of shit. It's times like this that I hate looking like a nurse. I don't even wanna look at him. I kind of stick my foot out and prop him up on his side and I yell for the driver to stop.

It takes me, what, two seconds to stop the bus and stand up. By the time I do, this guy has puked all over the floor. Nurse Lady has him up on his side and is taking his pulse. She tells me to call 911, so I do. Well, I radio in for it.

And that's when I notice this guy laying on the ground. He's like face-down and the woman is yelling at the bus driver to stop. What's totally random is that, like, the bus isn't even moving, but this woman keeps yelling for the driver to stop. She's like screaming at him and he's just like standing there looking down at her but she doesn't see him. He gets his radio and calls for help, then he opens the door and tells us to get off.

I go into the Goodwill and grab that jacket. It's like five dollars. I can't believe it. I have to hurry, and the lady is distracted because she wants to know what happened on the bus. I tell her some crackhead fainted and she takes that.

The paramedics finally get here, and I'm surprised I never met them before. But who knows. There's lots of paramedics out there I suppose. I miss Maury and the news, and I'm late for my second shift because of all this shit. God fucking dammit.