Carbon Monoxide Doesn’t Care About Your Kinks

A calm Sunday shift turns sideways when a boat is towed in with multiple unconscious patients. Three women pulled out—mostly naked. Two men still inside—naked, covered in vomit, and already dead. Solo on scene and surrounded by bystanders, a supervisor manages airways, carbon monoxide poisoning, and a crash course in bystander bagging. A bad generator exhaust, a river swingers’ party, and two very ungrateful survivors make this one of those calls you never forget. Proof that Sunday shifts always deliver the weird shit.