About two years ago I'm at an outside party in November. It is a gray, cold, rainy day but ther is a blazing bonfire made out of pallets.
There is a fairly drunk guy being a stooge by the fire, dancing around dangerously, showing off... Out of the corner of my eye I see him suddenly fall in the fire. I watched him for about a second that seemed like a minute. Halfway through the fall I think: "If he keeps moving and Rolls out he'll be fine accept for some singed hair." Well, he didn't. He stops in the fire, and I see him put his hand down in the embers and push himself out. At that moment I took off sprinting and was there in time to help finish pulling him to his feet while stripping off his smoking jacket in the process.
I grabbed the push-off hand by the wrist and saw a number of small, deep third degree burns, some charred black and gray, with a few wide but not deep third-degree burns into the flesh of his palm. I poured the rest of my Guniess on his hand to immediately cool anything that might still be burning in there (figuring he would be getting it washed down with saline in a few minutes anyway) and said: "Dude, you have third degree burns, you're going to the hospital..."
To which he replied something along the lines of: "No way, I'll just wash it off. Give me some Ice, I'm not going anywhere... blah, blah, drunk chatter, blah, blah..."
"No, dude, you don't understand, YOU HAVE THIRD DEGREE BURNS, you ARE going to the hospital..."
This goes on for a few minutes, until the host of the party and a few others finally convince him to leave.
Anyway, the guy shows up about two hours later, his hand bandaged, still drunk. He has another beer, screws around a bit more (that got cut short pretty quick) has a few more beers...
The kicker, because he was drunk they refused to give him a perscription for any pain meds. He was a happy camper at the party, but, as Santa describes, I imagine he had more than a hangover the next morning. What a handsomehunk.
Charon
