I watched the staff mop floors that remained curiously grimy. We found Boyd on a dingy gurney in the hallway leading to the ER. He had a compound fracture; the bone protruded through the skin. His leg, his pants, and the gurney were all drenched in blood. He was still bleeding. “Has he seen a doctor?” I asked. An ER attendant spoke. “No, we are waiting for the doctor.” I walked into the ER to try to find help. There were no doctors, so I rounded up two interns and convinced them to bring Boyd into