As I was walking along 43rd Street back to the subway, I noticed a group of women standing on the sidewalk. One of their friends had taken a bad fall while walking, and they were in the process of calling 911 for an ambulance. I talked to them for a few minutes, and found out that they were from out of town, and their friend who had fallen down has bone cancer. Thankfully, everyone was calm, and the woman who was still on the ground was putting up a good front even though she said she was dealing with some excruciating pain and could not move her left leg. I checked in with the doorman in the building across the street and asked him where the closest hospital was - just in case the ambulance driver asked where she wanted to be taken.
A few minutes later, we started hearing the ambulance siren, and once it circled the block, I flagged it down. The three EMTs were great. They kept assuring the woman that she was going to be fine, and even told a few jokes as we all helped to get her onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
...And they had all just come from seeing Love, Loss and What I Wore too.
