We come on shift in to the holding room, after being held upstairs for 15 minutes longer than usual, because our supervisors are tired of us being releaved late. We sit there, empty silence as we wait to come down, after the time expires, and we recieve pass on we begin our duties of taking over the days work.
I hear this conversation take place.
Cop1: Hey come here and look at how this crazy drunk is sleeping.
Cop2: Dude, I don't think he is sleeping
Cop1: Oh shit.
Cop2: *calls for a nurse and supervisor to respond*
I heard he was breathing and had a pulse when he left the holding area, but died at the hospital.
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