Nighttime.
Tonight, I wasn't riding a motorcycle, instead, I was patrolling in a patrol car. Probably because the instructor was considerate of my current situation, where I seemed besieged from all sides, I was given a patrol car.
Less than half an hour into the patrol, a colleague's voice came through the pager, crying out, "Old Martinez has been beaten up."
"Where?"
"Over by The North Gate," someone replied.
I immediately turned the car around and sped over.
Upon arriving at the scene, I saw several patrol motorcycles parked by the roadside, and three colleagues were supporting one colleague with a bloodied head.
"Get to the hospital. Quick." I helped him into the car and then drove to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, Old Martinez's entire head and body were bandaged up.
The doctor told me and the others, "Multiple fractures, his spine might need to be monitored in the hospital for a while, the injuries are quite serious."
