A medic story: A child's amputated hand and an Ahole doctor
Max and I were working 18 Boy one night when we received a report of a "severe laceration on st. Nicholas and 155 street. So we fly over there. We pull up and there's about 30 people screaming from a window on the third floor. We grab our trauma bag and as soon as we enter the building we hear people screaming and crying. We rush up and are ushered into an apartment. Max is in front of me and I'm behind. As I walked in a guy grabs me and pulls me over to the refrigerator and opens the door. Looking in I saw something that, even with my experience made me a little woozie: it was the hand of a child, palm down amputated at the wrist: