It was your first day on the job, the day was going pretty good- if you could call good as getting one of the stricter cops as your training officer and getting tested every five minutes. He was driving down the street with you in the passenger seat when he started speaking in an even tone, glancing at you.

“So, why do you wanna be a cop?”

Before you could finish he slammed on his breaks, looking over to you with a serious expression as he sternly yelled.

“I've been shot! Where are you boot? I'm bleeding to death and you have to call for help! Where are you- where are you?”