Call dropped for a GSW. We arrive on scene, the cops are 20 feet away, among a circle of patrol cars. Gigantic victim all by himself out there in the middle of Colfax (Denver), face down. Should be dead, free tube for me...I put my hand on the back of his head figuring to hold c-spine, turn him & palp the wound in that magical way we multitask. As I squish my fingertips in the holes I wonder to myself why it's not mushy & simultaneously this dude sits straight up & says, "My head hurts." I say, "I bet it does." No, that's not the funny part...I've heard how & why he got shot (crack, light fingered ladies of the evening & a .22). We're at the ER later for another yummy East Denver call & I check on the big fella. He's covered up to his neck in a sheet, I go in w/my partner. Dude sees us, looks at me, says "It's my angel, you saved my life," I reply, "aw, there was nothing to save." Ooops. #-o