If the Love Doctor had been at scene instead of sitting in the hospital puzzling over the reconstructed Chyka documents, he'd have cleaned Nick's wounds with some paper napkins, removed the bullets with plastic utensils from one of the Town Square tables, patched up Nick with some Scotch tape provided by a passerby, and then muttered a few magical Jonas incantations, which would ensure that the Trickster would be back on his feet in no time. Meanwhile, a call out to the Salem P.D. it might have elicited the following responses: 1) Hope - I'm busy bickering with Aiden; 2) Roman - call somebody else -- I'm stressed out over my upcoming "date" with Mrs. van Hopper; 3) Rafe - sorry, I'm too busy showing Jordan the extra benefits of staying in Salem; and 4) the rest of the Salem P.D. - we're too busy enjoying our chowder, Brady burgers, and donuts to bother with yet another Salem who-dunnit.