The Happiest Man I Ever Met

A patient is being wheeled fast as hell down the hallway of our Level 1 trauma center. Blood is dripping off the steel frame of his cart. A collection of the older, goopier stuff rests in a pool under his left leg. I see an entry point near the middle of his tibia as he enters the shock room, a great crevasse. I do not see an exit.

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