These "medics" are hilarious really. I'd wager not a goddamned one of them has any kind of medical or care experience beyond MAYBE putting a band-aid on their little brother's scraped knee, yet they act like they're seasoned combat medics trying to stuff someone's guts back in on Omaha as machine guns chatter and mortars crash. They run up with paper towels and gauze pads to wipe away blood, meanwhile the individual they're "treating" obviously needs far more care than they'd ever be capable of, maybe they tie an unnecessary tourniquet that makes the wounded individual's injury much more severe. As they dab away the blood they yell for help and for someone to call 911, maybe dump some cool water over their head.
Do any of them know how to stitch a wound? Doubtful. Do any of them really know how to properly disinfect a wound? A few of them, maybe. Do they know how to perform CPR or detect a concussion? Probably not. Can they make a splint, remove embedded projectiles, or even do anything beyond wiping away blood and squirting some neosporin on a gash? I doubt most of them can.
Yet they're out there every night with their LARPing gear on, emblazoned with the red cross [the use of which is inappropriate in this context] and pretending like they can actually help people who get injured when in reality they can't do dick about anything and don't know what they're supposed to do for any wound or injury they encounter. All they can do is yell for the real help when something bad happens, something which anyone is capable of, but they want to feel special like their "role" is making a difference.
For instance the guy that got beaned on the grape with a beanbag/teargas canister. He's fucking gagging on aspirated blood, losing quite a bit in the process, he's totally out of it and delirious. They're sitting there with napkins from Taco Bell wiping the blood away like that's going to help him. Hey guys, you can't do shit for him. He's quite obviously severely concussed and his fucking brain might be exposes. Unless you have a full surgery suite and staff ready to alleviate pressure from that man's swollen brain, all you can do is call for help and get the fuck out of the way when the real medics arrive. If you keep fucking around and your buddies keep blocking real help from coming, chances are he's going to fucking die or be a vegetable for the rest of his life.
TL;DR - If your 'medical bag' consists of some Scooby Doo band-aids, some napkins you stole from Taco Bell, a tube of Neosporin and a couple of bottles of water, you are not a medic. Get the fuck out of the way and maybe go home. While you're at it, maybe you wouldn't get your head busted open if you weren't defying police instructions and trying to cover for your moron friends while they spraypaint the courthouse and hurl bottles at federal law enforcement. Just a suggestion.
