Yeah, twelve. Van full of kids with their parents breaks down on the service road. They call their friends, who also happen to be carrying a station wagon full of kids, to come jump them. Cars are facing head on to jump the battery of the van when some drunken asshole swerves off the road, hits the van, which in turn runs into the station wagon. Naturally, this all goes down in BFE surrounding county, who has a total of three ambulances. What do they do? They go full ambulance clown car, pack like, three patients per truck, and book it on down to Hood Hospital. We knew they were all coming- my patients were all waiting on disposition, so me and my medic buddy just went out in the bay with stretchers and unloaded the patients from the back of the ambulance. We look up to see that a little shelf on the ceiling where they store extra backboards actually has one of the kids on it, back boarded and c-collared. Holy crap, good thing he was stable.
Most of the injuries were pretty minor, if not non-existent, so we parked all of them along the hall, took vitals, and did about a two minute triage- okay, were you in the car or the van? Do you remember everything that happened? Do you hurt anywhere? Do you have any medical problems? Are you allergic to anything? Okay, next. The worst of all the injuries ended up being a little school age boy with a fib fracture, who was the biggest badass of all. He was all polite and yes ma'am to everything we said, and rated his pain at like 4, was more worried about whether his siblings were all doing okay.
It ended up being kind of a funny story and almost like a little mock disaster drill, but it could have been so much worse. Don't drink and drive, kids.