Steve's called us because his partner of 25 years, Gary hasn't been able to get up off the bed. Gary climbed up, and fell down off of, their RV the evening before and managed to crawl that far before the pain in his hip got too much.
We showed up with stretchers and entonox tanks in tow. Unfortunately Steve and Gary's home, while neat as a pin, is poorly designed for stretchers and there's no way we can get Gary out the way we came in. But the sun is shining on us today and we realize that the huge window in the bedroom looks out onto the terrace and we might just be able to, with enough hands, get him out that way.
The fire department arrives, a truck load of strong young boys and girls eager to help us with our latest challenge. Gary is strapped to a clamshell, made as comfortable as these things get, and loaded up on the laughing gas. Two heave ho's and he's out the window. A quick wave to Steve, and a return promise to come up to the hospital as soon as the cats are in and we're off.
Later at triage, while we're all laughing at the latest train wreck the police are presenting, Gary stops giggling for a moment and says "Did anyone get a picture of me half out the window? My friends are never going to believe this!"