Say it’s 2am and your roommate passes out on the way home from The Whiskey Bar from alcohol or whatever. Or suppose a car checks your bike and you go flying. Perhaps you see your sweet 78-year old neighbor on McGuinness, the one who makes sugar cookies after church, but she looks pale and confused and can’t answer you.
Don’t panic. Hovering like benevolent big brothers within blocks of even the most remote NYC location are ambulances staffed with medical responders ready to help.