He told me what he had seen, and that he wasn't sure if it was our neighbor, so I immediately put my glasses on, wrapped a coat around my robe and headed out to investigate. We both peered over the railing realized it was in fact our neighbor still laying there, only now there was a huge pool of blood underneath his head. Dan immediately ran down the stairs, with me right on his heels. We called out his name and shook him a little, and thankfully he came to. He was definitely drunk, and he had fallen head first down 8 stairs. Blood was gushing everywhere, and I racked my brain through the countless hours I've logged as a Grey's Anatomy fan, and decided we needed to keep him still, put pressure on his wound, and get him to the hospital.
Dan ran upstairs and got a few towels and a metal tin filled with water that we normally keep dog biscuits in. I'm not exactly sure what the water was for, but I can only assume he's seen too many movies where someone tends to a wound by squeezing a wet washcloth on it. This was definitely not going to happen. I like to help, but I'm not into getting blood anywhere near me.
My neighbor tried to get up, saying he just needed to have a shower and go to bed. I laughed and told him he needed to go to the hospital, and asked him if he wanted me to call an ambulance. He freaked out about that, so I instructed him to hold the towel on his head and keep pressure on it, and then proceeded to try to use his phone to call his sister. It was 1:30 in the morning, so I really didn't want to go bang on her door. His phone was locked, and when I asked him the pass code, he very confidently told me the wrong numbers. Several times. Now I was convinced that he needed to go to the emergency room immediately. He looked down at his hands for the first time and began crying when he realized he was drenched in blood and more was dripping down his face. I got him to tell me his sister's phone number, then used my own phone to call her. She didn't answer. I left a message, then proceeded to knock on her door several times. Still no answer. Finally my neighbor had the idea to just give me his keys and have me go in and wake her up. Let me tell you, this was the most awkward thing I've done in years.
I knocked several more times, calling out her name, and then entered the apartment. I kept calling her name, and introducing myself. There was no response and the apartment seemed to be empty. I opened her bedroom door and hoped she wasn't standing on the other side with a gun. Thankfully, she's just a heavy sleeper, so she and her boyfriend? finally sat up when I made my announcement again.
"Sarah? I'm your neighbor, I live upstairs, and your brother has had a little accident. He needs to go to the hospital. Can you come help please?"
Now here's the strangest part. She got up, her boyfriend did not, and she came outside and immediately began cleaning up the blood on the ground. I was sort of feeling like we were nearing a life-threatening stage of the accident, but I'd had a few minutes to adjust to the situation. I have a feeling she was in a bit of shock, because she kind of just let us keep dealing with the situation. We told her to get her car and bring it around and we'd put him in and then she should take him to the ER. As soon as he tried to stand, he immediately barfed all over the rose bushes. He apologized, saying he's in a fraternity and had just come from his older brother's birthday party, and they had been feeding him shots. He was so embarrassed. Obviously we didn't care. We've all been there. I mean, not the head wound part, but certainly the drunk after a college frat party part. Dan got him safely into the car and his sister drove him away.
We were both very disturbed by the entire incident, but overall, we were glad we are the kind of people that are willing to help. I can't tell you how many times we've been the first on the scene of an awful car accident. We have stayed, called the police and helped the people involved stay calm until they arrived, then quietly disappeared into the background. I like to imagine in these instances that Dan and I are little helper angels, and we were in the right place at the right time to make sure everyone is gonna be OK.
So if you're ever in trouble in my neighborhood...don't worry. We've got you.