by C. Jackson Wed Mar 30, 2011 12:32 pm
(I'm just gonna god-mod this bit, sorry for this, it just saves pointless posts, OK?)
'Alright, one, two, three. Go.' I say, as Jansen cuts the plasticuffs with his knife, I slide the board behind the man and stop holding him up with my foot, and start securing him with the straps as Jansen holds him down, I put them all over the still wriggling man and then secure them. 'Ok good.' I say, standing up and getting ready to move the man to triage.