Girl faints in front of Patrick Mahomes and is taken to hospital, but doctor’s discovery shocks him
Officer Patrick Mahomes walked the last leg of his shift through the quiet streets of the city, the fading light of the evening sky painting everything in warm shades of orange. The day had been uneventful—routine calls and the occasional loitering complaint—but as he turned onto a narrow side street, he noticed something unusual. A young girl, no older than ten, sat on a sagging bus stop bench. She looked out of place in the almost-empty street, her clothes hanging too loose on her small frame. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body, and even from a distance, he could see that she was trembling.
Patrick slowed his pace, his instincts telling him something was wrong. Children didn’t usually sit alone at dusk, especially not in a deserted spot like this one. As he approached, the girl looked up at him, her wide eyes clouded with alarm. She shrank back, as though ready to bolt. Her shoes scraped against the concrete as she looked nervously over her shoulder, every few moments glancing towards a half-lit alley across the street.
“Hey there, kiddo, you okay?” Patrick asked gently, keeping his tone soft and non-threatening. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her into running.
The girl’s lip quivered. Her eyes darted from him to the alley, but she didn’t answer. Patrick noticed the sweat on her brow, despite the mild evening air. Her fingers dug into her forearms, and her breathing seemed shallow.
“I’m Officer Mahomes,” he said, kneeling down to meet her eye level. “I just want to help.”
The girl blinked rapidly, struggling to hold herself together. “I’m waiting for someone,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.
“Anyone I can call for you?” Patrick asked, hoping to get her to open up. “Your parents, maybe?”
The girl shook her head, her eyes shifting nervously as she scanned the street. “No, no calls.”
Patrick’s concern grew. There was something deeply unsettling about the way she spoke, and the frantic energy she exuded. “What’s hurting you?” he asked, noticing how her arms tightened around her torso, her face contorted in pain.
She winced, her lips trembling as if even the question caused her discomfort. “I can’t stay,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “He wants me to…”
She trailed off, pressing a hand to her stomach as though trying to soothe the pain radiating from within. Patrick’s heart tightened. This wasn’t typical teenage rebellion; this was something far more serious. The girl was in real distress, and he wasn’t sure if it was from an external threat or something medical.
“Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Patrick asked, now more urgently. “You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head despite her visible distress.
Before Patrick could press further, the girl tried to stand, but her legs buckled beneath her. She staggered forward a few steps, then collapsed with a muffled cry. Patrick lunged to catch her, gently lowering her to the ground.
Her body was limp in his arms as she gasped for air, clutching her stomach. “It hurts!” she whimpered, her voice thick with pain. Her face had turned pale, and cold sweat dotted her forehead.
Patrick’s training kicked in as he quickly radioed for an ambulance, providing his location and describing the situation. “We need help here, now. A young girl, possibly in critical pain, collapsed. Get an ambulance down here.”
As he spoke, the girl muttered something that sent a chill down his spine. “He’ll hurt grandma,” she mumbled through shallow breaths. The name “grandma” echoed in his mind as his heart raced. Was someone threatening her grandmother? Who was the “he” she mentioned?
A bystander appeared from a nearby doorway and offered to help, but Patrick simply waved for him to stand by and ensured the paramedics wouldn’t miss the turn. He continued to support the girl’s head, trying to soothe her as best he could. “Stay still,” he murmured, brushing her damp hair away from her forehead. “You’re going to be okay.”
But the girl’s breathing only grew more ragged. As the ambulance finally arrived, the flashing red and white lights seemed to offer a momentary relief, but that quickly faded as he saw the fear in the girl’s eyes.
The paramedics rushed to load the girl onto the stretcher, checking her vitals. Her skin was clammy, and she was still muttering incoherently. “Don’t… they’ll hurt grandma. I can’t… deliver the package,” she whispered between shallow breaths.
Patrick looked at the paramedics. “She keeps talking about a package and someone threatening her grandma. Any idea what’s going on?”
The paramedics exchanged concerned looks but didn’t have time to delve deeper into her ramblings. They administered oxygen and stabilized her as best they could, and Patrick climbed into the ambulance with them, determined to stay by her side.
Inside the ambulance, the paramedic asked, “Any idea what’s going on? It looks like she might have ingested something toxic.”
Patrick frowned, shaking his head. “I don’t know yet. She mentioned something about delivering a package, but I don’t have enough information.”
As the ambulance sped toward the hospital, Patrick’s mind raced. Who was threatening this girl and her grandmother? What kind of danger were they in? He couldn’t shake the feeling that something criminal was at play.
Once they arrived at the hospital, the doctors immediately began a series of tests to determine the cause of her pain. A nurse placed her under the scanner, and the team scrambled to stabilize her as best they could. As the images appeared on the screen, the doctor’s face went pale.
“We’ve got multiple foreign objects in her system,” the doctor said in a quiet tone. “It looks like she ingested several packets—some of them are ruptured.”
Patrick’s heart sank. The girl had swallowed drugs or some other illicit substance, and it was poisoning her.
The doctor immediately moved forward with the plan to surgically remove the dangerous objects, but the girl was panicking. “No, don’t! I have to deliver them! If I don’t, he’ll kill grandma!” she cried, her eyes wide with terror.
Alexis Shaw, a detective who had joined the investigation, approached the bed. “We’re going to protect your grandmother,” she said gently. “But first, we need to protect you.”
The girl, who was later identified as Emmy, finally calmed down slightly, though she was still terrified. She whispered to Patrick, “He said if I didn’t deliver them, he’d hurt her.”
Patrick felt a surge of anger. “Who’s he?” he asked, his voice thick with protectiveness.
“Dam… Damon Price,” she stammered.
Patrick’s thoughts raced. He knew that name. Damon Price was a known trafficker with a long history of criminal activity. But how had this girl, this child, gotten involved?
As the medical team prepared her for surgery, Alexis and Patrick began piecing together the puzzle. They learned that the girl’s grandmother had been forced into delivering drugs for Price, but when she tried to quit, she was threatened with harm. Emmy had been coerced into carrying the drugs in her stomach to ensure that Price’s operation continued unhindered.
Once the surgery was complete, Emmy was stable. She was finally safe, and so was her grandmother. Patrick stood by her side, determined to ensure that Damon Price was held accountable for the harm he had caused.
With the evidence they had, it was only a matter of time before Price was arrested and his operation dismantled. And while the road to justice would be long, one thing was clear—Emmy and her grandmother were safe, thanks to the unrelenting protection and care of Officer Patrick Mahomes.
Patrick, Brittany Mahomes visit hospital to see children shot at Chiefs rally
Chiefs quarterback Patrick Mahomes and his wife, Brittany, visited two young shooting victims from Wednesday’s Super Bowl parade.
The Reyes family said in a news release that their 8-year-old and 10-year-old daughters were both shot in the leg. They are the daughters of Erika Reyes, a cousin of Lisa Lopez-Galvan, the 43-year-old Shawnee woman who was killed in the shooting.
“We’re happy to share that our daughters, ages 8 and 10, are making good progress in their recovery from their leg injuries,” the family said in a statement. “Both girls were shot in the legs, underwent surgery, and are currently in casts for several months. We will endure follow-up doctor’s visits for the next few years. They are receiving physical therapy to regain their strength and mobility.
“While we are relieved by their progress, the emotional healing continues for all of us. The girls were celebrating with many family members when they were senselessly injured. We kindly ask that you continue to keep our family and the other families affected in your thoughts and prayers.”
The family also shared their a kind word about the hospital workers and the Mahomeses.
“We want to give a personal thank you to the staff of Children’s Mercy Hospital and Patrick & Brittany Mahomes for their outpouring care, love, and support.
A GoFundMe has been established to help the girls.
“This fund has been set up to benefit Reyes family in the recovery of their two daughters shot at the Kansas City Chiefs Super Bowl parade. The girls were celebrating with many members of their family when they were senselessly injured,” organizer Katie Martinez wrote. “We ask that you continue to keep the family in your prayers as the girls work to recover.
“This fund will help provide vital financial support for their physical and mental recovery, any leftover funds will be saved for their college funds. All fund are being deposited into a bank account established just for the girls. Any amount is appreciated.”
