(OOC: Alrighty. I can barely remember the time when I encountered any, so I don't know if they bring out the stretcher right away or after the situation is assessed. Though I guess that can be handled over the phone, so they know how to approach the situation. So I guess they'd at least have whatever kind of kit they lug with them. Either way, it sounds like I'll just handle one of them. XD)
When the paramedics arrived, they entered the coffee shop with little fanfare (if there was a bell over the door that rang at them ;p). Para A (that's me!
) set down his med kit while his partner did his/her own thing. He knelt down and looked at the boy on the floor, noted that he had been crying, and saw some blood nearby on the floor. He nudged his whorly-lensed classes up the bridge of his as he hummed in the affirmative about something. Standing up, he pointed out into the distance as he made a dramatic pose and declared: "Let's... Get...
Dangerous!"