Nasty.
When I was in college, I showed up at a frat house I was loosely associated with (they were put on double-secret probation and kicked off campus during my sophmore year....seriously, it was a hoot). Nobody was around, at first, then a bus showed up. It turns out that they had taken the pledges out on the town and were now back. One guy slipped on the steps of the bus and hit his nose on something. He was semi-conscious. His eyes were open, but nobody was home. Whether this had to do with hitting his nose is doubtful, as there were more likely causes. Still, the consensus was that he needed to be taken to the hospital. He was a fairly small guy, so a big football player, who happened to be shirtless, slung him over his shoulder and headed out into the rain on the lawn. I have no idea where he thought he was going, because there weren't any cars out there and people inside were having a hard time figuring out who even had a car, as well as whether anybody could drive. As they were deciding this, I went outside to try to get the football player back inside. He was too hammered to focus on much, and was basically walking in circles, in the icy fall rain, on the lawn, without a shirt, while carrying a semi-conscious guy on his shoulder. I was afraid that the pair would be hypothermic before a ride had been figured out. It wasn't easy getting him back in, though.
