Steel rods jut out from his legs.
We shove another pad underneath to soak up the blood.
The tube taped to his mouth makes his chest rise and fall.
A Good Samaritan from another state, helping a woman on the side of the road, now alone in a strange place, breathing through a machine.
Two rooms down is worse. The dr pulls the sensor slowly from a hole in a young man’s skull. No need to keep track of his pressure now, she says in not so many words.
“But he ran the red light?”
The nurses shake their heads up and down, silently rationalizing. This one didn’t follow the rules.
No one speaks of the Good Samaritan.