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911 call log from the day of clmnb
(educational purposes + research only)
Local law enforcement agencies are cooperating with Donald Trump.
As more local police collaborate with ICE, even some crime victims and people who call 911 are facing arrest.
Peter Krause, Aisha Hinds, and Oliver Stark in 9-1-1 (2018) Worst Day Ever
S1E4
In the aftermath of a deadly plane crash, Bobby and team race to help the survivors; Athena deals with panic and chaos at the airport.
*About 10 million US Viewers tuned in to this Episode.
POV - you live in Traverse Town
Billy Calls 911 after being drugged AU
Basically, after the kids drugged him and left with his fucking car, Billy pretends to be asleep and staggers to the phone. He calls 911.
PART 2
Billy didn't know what the fuck was happening. The last thing he remembered was trying to find Max, getting mad and getting a needle in the neck from the person he was trying to help.
It didn't help that his head was pounding even worse than the time he tried cocaine and that he felt woozy, like he'd gotten hit in the head with a frying pan kind of woozy. He didn't know what to do because when he staggered to the door, his car wasn't there and his keys weren't in his pocket anymore.
He was basically stranded in a stranger's house, feeling like shit and he didn't have anyone he could turn to. He looked around, trying to see if he could find a lifeline in this mess and the phone mounted near the kitchen wall suddenly seemed like his salvation. When in doubt, call 911 because that's what his Mama had taught him.
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It was just another regular night shift filling in for her pregnant co-worker for Samantha Collins when she got the call that changed her life.
“Hello 911. What’s your emergency?”
“My step-sister injected me with an unknown drug and left, taking my car with her. I feel funny. My heart’s poundin’ like crazy.”
She jolted awake. Well, that was certainly a first. What the fuck was happening here?
“Sir, what’s your name and location?”
“My name’s William Hargrove but I go by Billy, I’m 17 and I’m in Hawkins, Indiana at I think the Byer’s place, a bit past the main road.”
Fuck, he was just a kid but Sam couldn't dwell on that. She had a name and a general location. Sam could work with that. It didn't take too long since she recently had a call from Hawkins a few weeks ago and she had the information for the hospital and the sherriff's station already stored.
“I’ve contacted the local hospital and authorities. Help is on the way but I need you to stay on the line for me, okay?”
She heard a thud in the background, like a hand catching on the wall and she prayed that the ambulance hurried up.
“M’kay. What should I do though?” He slurred.
“I just need you to talk, Billy. Can you do that?” Sam implored.
She had no way of knowing what drugs were injected into the poor kid. She didn't know what effect it had and how long it would take to have an effect but all she could do was stall for time, time that this young kid might not have.
“Sure! Oh! Could you help me find my mama?”
Fuck, of course he would be missing his mom if his step-sister was the one who injected him with fucking unknown drugs. Still, it was a starting point and Sam would hold onto it with dear life because it just might save this young man's life.
“Yes, yes, sure. Just tell me about her.”
“M’Kay. She left when I was 8 since my dad kept hittin' her but she forgot me so he started hittin' me instead. She loved the beach though. You know, one time, I managed to ride a 9 foot wave!”
Her heart broke for this kid. He was only 17, not even old enough to drink and he's already been put through so much by his family. Weirdly enough though, even if his mom left him, he still loved her and it seemed like he'd had a lot of good times with her.
Thankfully, there was some good news on her end. The ambulance had just left the hospital and it would only be another 10 minutes until they arrived. She only had to keep him lucid for 10 more minutes in the hopes of making sure he survived. Even if his speech was starting to slur and be slowed, as long as he was captivated by the conversation, she would take it.
“That’s so cool! What else can you tell me about your mom?’
“Well her maiden name was Elizabeth Williams n' she has blond hair n' blue eyes like me. She used to work as an author 'fore Neil forced her to stop work so she could take care o’ me. I tried to find books she wrote but I don’t think she uses her real name fer ‘em.”
Sam hurriedly wrote down everything Billy said about his mom. That's information she can use to track down the no-good, child abandoning mother who needed to know what her son had gone through with her gone.
“That’s good! What else can you tell me?”
“Oh! She loved seashells n' sunsets. She loved any excuse to get out o' the house n' the beach used to just be a 10-minute walk from our house but here in Hawkins, there’s only a shitty local pool n' a lake.”
So he wasn't from Hawkins? That just made finding his mom a lot more difficult but Sam wasn't raised to be a quitter.
“Where were you from then?”
“Oh, we lived in San Diego, California 'til my mom left. After she left, dad took me to stay wit' my grandparents down in Denver while he moved our stuff to a new house. We moved to Lenora Hill back in California after a year. Then, we moved to shitty Hawkins a few months ago when my shitty stepsister tattled on me to Neil n' got me beat so badly I was in the hospital fer two weeks.”
That might explain why the mom wasn't able to get back in the picture but it would help a lot in helping Sam figure out where Billy's mom was. She tried and failed to ignore the casual mention of child abuse to the point of hospitalization because that would do nothing to help Billy right now. Sam had to keep the conversation going in a different direction even though she wanted to ask how often Billy was beat that it wasn't even an issue for him but rather a simple fact of life.
She did make sure to tell the hospital staff though and the emergency response team about the new findings. It seemed his entire family would have to have been kept away so that Billy could actually be given a chance to recover.
“Do you miss California?”
“Oh, yeah! I was good at surfin' n' I was a lifeguard which got me enough money to buy a car n' fix 'er up. My friends are also there n' I miss being around people I can trust. I don’t have anyone to run to here in Hawkins. My friends n' their families used to love havin' me over so I could get away when I needed to.”
Fuck, that just hurts even worse. To find out that the kid had an actual support system where he used to be only to be dragged into the middle of nowhere only makes Sam hate his family more. God, some people just really deserved to burn in hell.
“That’s sad! Don’t you like Hawkins?”
“What’s there to like about shitty Hawkins? The place literally smells like cow shit, there’s no water, my stepsister’s a little shit who’s running around wit' boys she used to hate n' the boy I like doesn’t like me. Oh no, no, no, no!”
Fuck, did she do something wrong? Shit!
“What’s wrong, Billy?”
Sam held her breath, waiting for a response. She heard the sound of muffled sniffles from the other side and it only punched it into her gut that she was dealing with an abused kid who also just happened to have been drugged out of his mind. If she was there, she would have pulled him into a hug already.
“You won’t help me anymore since you know I’m queer. Dad always said that queer people are disgusting and that no one wants to help a queer.”
Fuck, was that it? Sure, it wasn't ideal but Sam was uniquely equipped to handle this situation. This was one of the things she was sure she could diffuse even if it meant outing herself to a complete stranger. If it meant giving this kid a little bit of comfort which was something that seemed to be sorely lacking in his life, she'd happily do it.
“Your dad was wrong, Billy. Can I tell you something? I’m queer too. I like boys and girls.”
“Really?” Billy sniffled.
Sam could hear tears being wiped and a nose being blown but she was glad for it because it meant he was still alive and somewhat lucid.
“Yes, really.”
“And no one hates you for it?”
That was a tricky question because of course, there were people who hated her for it. Her own mother had disowned her when she had come out to her family but her siblings and her friends had stood by her side and they had helped her move on and live freely.
“Well some do but the people who hate me for it don’t matter. All the people I need in my life know and accept me as I am.”
“I wonder how that feels like.” Billy said, wistfully.
Fuck the rules and damn the consequences. She would do everything in her power to help this kid because God knows he needs someone to.
“You won’t have to wonder, okay, Billy? I’m here to help you.”
“But I don’t even know your name!” He protested.
Sam chuckled. If all it took was a name to get Billy to accept her help, she would gladly give it.
“I’m Sam. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Billy.”
She could imagine the kid holding out a hand to be shaken in front of the phone and she had to stifle a laugh. A quick look at the time told her that the ambulance should be in hearing distance from him so she needed to confirm.
“I know. Okay, Billy the ambulance should be close. Can you hear the sirens?”
“Yeah. It’s getting louder and I don’t like the noise. I want it to stop.” He whined.
“It means that help is on the way, okay? It’s good noise.” Sam placated.
“I just want to sleep.”
Fuck, this was what she was trying to prevent. She needed him lucid when they got to him because they don't know what drug or drugs may have been injected into him. She knew it must've been exceedingly difficult for Billy to keep talking and to keep going but all she needed was just a little bit more time.
“No, Billy. You have to stay awake okay? Just a little bit more and you’ll be able to rest. They already know what happened and I’ll handle the rest.”
“Okay, Sam. Are you still going to help me find my mom?”
This kid really didn't let up about his mom. Sam would just have to start looking for her as soon as her shift was over.
“Absolutely. As soon as you get help, I’ll start searching for her and I won’t stop until I find her.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
“You’re welcome, Billy.”
Sam heard the door be bust open and she disconnected the call as soon as he was being loaded. One of the EMTs updated her to tell her that they’ve got the situation handled.
Sam took a deep breath before she went out to take her break. Thankfully, her best friend Amy saw her leave, a little bit more shaken than usual so she joined her outside for a smoke break. Sam had already lit her cigarette and was already taking a few deep drags so Amy just pulled out her own, taking a few drags herself before she got the ball rolling.
"What's going on, Sam?"
"The last call I had was so hard, Amy. He was just a kid, only 17 and he was apparently injected with unknown drugs by his step-sister before he had his car stolen. His dad beats him on what seems to be a regular basis and his mom left him. To top it off, he basically said he was a queer and that his dad's a homophobic piece of shit."
Amy almost dropped her cigarette in shock.
"Fuck."
Sam took a long pull from her cigarette before responding.
"I know. That's how I felt."
"How'd it go?"
"Thankfully, I kept him lucid until the EMTs got there by letting him tell me about his mom whom he asked me to find."
"Are you going to look for her?"
"You know me, Amy. Of course I am. I thought I had a shitty family situation but damn, this kid takes the cake. If there's any chance that this kid's mom might actually care, I'm going to take it because that kid needs someone in his corner."
"Good luck, girlie. You're going to need it."
"Thanks but something tells me that I won't need it. After all, I made a promise to that kid and I don't break my promises."
If you liked this, I have the next part partially written out so I might be able to be motivated to work on it after.
I'm A 911 Operator
Source; X
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Yeah, hi, um...This is going to sound kind of strange but there's a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”
“...could you repeat that, sir?”
“He looks...sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out...I'm looking at him now, he's about ten yards away from my window. Something's not right.”
“What is your address, sir?”
“1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.”
“I'm going to send a squad car your way, but that's quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?”
“Yes, I'm alone.”
“Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.”
“I know that my front is definitely locked, but I'll go check my back door again really quick.
…
I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“
...
“...Sir? Are you still there?”
“He's...he's still in the yard yard. But he's...what the fuck...he's upside down...”
“Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?”
“He's staring right at me...but he's...he's standing on his hands now. He's perfectly still, staring straight at me. He's doing a handstand and he's smiling at me and not moving.”
“He's...he's doing a handstand, sir?”
“I...I don't know how he...yeah, he's facing me and standing on his hands and he's got this huge smile and he's perfectly still...what the FUCK...please get someone out here NOW.”
“Sir I need you to remain calm. I've put out the call and an officer is on his way.”
“His teeth are so huge...what the fuck, please help me...”
“Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?”
“Okay...I'm walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight...
My hand is on the back doorknob now...it's locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I'm going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.”
“Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything's going to be alright.
Sir?
…
...Sir? Are you still there?”
“He's...his face. It's up against the glass.”
“Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?”
“I looked away for a split second and now...his face. It's pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he's still smiling...There's no color in his eyes...Jesus please help me, why won't it just fucking move...”
“Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?”
“He won't stop staring...he's going to hurt me...”
“Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?”
“I...yes...yes, I'm going to lock myself in my room.”
“And you're positive that you're alone in your house, correct?”
“Yes, I'm alone in the house...
…wait a moment...
he's moving. He's shaking his head. He's telling me no. He can hear us.
He's telling me I'm not alone.”
…
…
…
“Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?
…
…
“Sir?”
mq characters as paradise pd promo 911 calls
***these are promos for a show called paradise pd. ive never actually seen the show, just listened to the calls. they’re all totally fake... i hope***
poppy: rabid dog
ian: dick in the disposal
jo: demon worshippers
rachel: conditioner bottle in my ass
david: knife hands
dana: i don’t speak spanish!!
brad: the b e e s
cw: brownies