I really wish I had take pictures to illustrate. I was sitting in triage after one HELL of a first 8 hours trying to catch up on my reading for paramedic class, when an officer we all know well comes through needing some help. One of his guys has the wagon and is bringing a "crazy crackhead" for us to check out. I grab a stretcher and some friends and we head out to the ER driveway. Our buddy the officer is out there with gloves, another officer pulls up, and another and another. Before the wagon even arrived I counted about 12 officers gloved up and ready to roll. We even had staff members from other units who had come outside to smoke and stayed for the show.
As the wagon (finally) pulled up I asked "So is this chick a sasquatch or something?" Apparently not. The doors opened and... nothing. Absolute silence. Someone in the back even asked "is she still in there?" Yup... huddled in a corner, a 21 year old, 120lb girl who had been so cracked out of her mind that she gave a 6'0, 200lb officer a run for his money. They hauled her out of the wagon by her arms and legs, plopped her face down on the stretcher and she rode, Superman-style, into the ER. She didn't start fighting until she got into the room and the Dr came to evaluate her.