School Cop Part 1

Another Trip to The Hospital:
S.N. was on routine patrol, at the intersection of Park and Sanoul. On one corner of Park was a medical supply store with a sign on top of a 12-foot pole. It had a planter at its base with Night Jasmin growing up to just the bottom of the sign. Park at that point is at the top of a steep climb from under a train trestle, and the sign blocked the view of cars on Park. The intersection was controlled by a four-way stop sign. S. had completed his stop and started across the intersection. He was just halfway through when he was hit broadside by an ambulance going a modified code two (no lights or siren).
The first on the scene was Sergeant D.H. He tried to put out his location, but was so shocked by what he saw, he said, ''I'm at, oh hell I don't know where I am. It's on Park, I think."
S. was taken to VMC's trauma ward. I went there and went in. The room was all white with a large light hanging from the ceiling.
There was a man dressed in white scrubs eating pork rinds from a bag. He was just staring at S. as if waiting for him to die. On an observation table was S. with wires tubes and hoses in every opening and some made with needles. His eyes were closed, and he was being fed oxygen, but breathing on his own. There would be no piano jokes this time and I was glad his parents weren't here.
S.. would spend a month in an induced coma and another six weeks in intensive care. There would be another two months in rehab and his career in law enforcement was over.
He has special glasses to see things as they normally are. His left eye sees things slanted to the left. He had to write notes to himself because his short-term memory was shot. I still see him and I get calls from him on my birthday and he and his wife, Bonnie and I have lunch or dinner with each other. I call him my illegitimate son because he calls Bonnie Mom, and she likes it.

Burglary In Progress:
I used to stop at ''Yum-Yum Donuts'' for, yes coffee and donuts. I got to know the night manager quit well. One night of going from call to call, I stopped to catch up on my reports. I hadn't placed my order when a man came in and said, ''I knew you would be here, so I didn't call it in." He knew I'd be here, like I didn't do anything else. He went on to say, ''the snack bar at Willow Glen was being robbed."
The school is about a mile away so I drove code two and went in blacked out On the Willow Glen side. Two of my other units entered from Markham side. I stopped by the auto shop and the others by the gym. Peeking around the corner I saw three boys in the snack bar and one outside. I told the other two units what I saw, and they would take the three and I would go for the one. When he saw me, the chase was on. He had a 50-yard head start, we ran through the campus, At a distance of now 20 yards, he turned on to city streets. AT 10 yards, I am closing in, he turned a corner. Half way down the block we are jogging next to one another.
We ran for another 5 minutes, and he stopped. He had his hands on his knees and was huffing and puffing. He said, ''ok you got me."
Running the track at lunch paid off.