Paramedic

Member of my team, actually one of the guys filming this right now, gave it to a paramedic to test out.

He put it on an elderly woman who had a femoral artery bleed in her inner thigh here.

Paramedic slapped it on, stayed on there for three hours, saved her life.

So there you go.

Didn't get shot in the leg, but cut herself somehow.

Just now.

We come right here and stopped at Paramedics.

Okay.

And told them, call 911.

stabbing in downtown Nanaimo on Friday afternoon.

The RCMP, Fire, Rescue, and Paramedics responded to reports of an incident near an overdose prevention site on Albert Road shortly before noon.

The victim suffered injuries that were not life-threatening and has been taken to hospital.

A suspect matching the description provided was apprehended just after 1 o'clock this afternoon.

Another voice, thanks to the rescue team's arrival, this one sharper, steadier, crackled through.

Paramedic, southern edge in her vowels.

Ruiz reporting.

Got all the kit, but your security here is a mess.

Also, I do want to say for Persona, because it's so funny you say that about how Persona music in general feels very black.

There is one song, I think it's Heartbreak from Persona 4, that I've only started listening to that song because someone made a remix to Paramedic from the Black Panther soundtrack to Heartbreak.

They put those lyrics and vocals over it.

um and it's just like sobrbe which is like a west coast rap group just rapping over heartbreak from persona 4 and it goes incredibly hard unreasonably and you saying that kind of made me realize oh this is why they can rap over a track like that and it fits because it's coming from the same tradition both of those songs

Door's open.

Paramedics are there.

Family member's fine.

Like, at this point, they're fine, but they just obviously wanted the comfort of having, like, a family member there.

Ruth's overgrown hostas reached for the water, but there was no sign of a struggle, just one pair of muddy shoe prints by the pond's thick edge.

Paramedic zipped a sky-blue body bag, eyes averted from the cluster of retires and children on their bikes, all of whom knew Ruth as the crossing guard, the one who would lean into the crosswalk, palm out, even in February sleet.

David Burdick, 33, stood with his arms hugging his ribs in the short driveway.

His face, ill-shaven, hair pushed back, was pale and tight as he stared at the police, his mother's house behind yellow tape.