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I walked down the hall calling hello to what I assumed was my shift supervisor or one of the other two night-duty nurses who sometimes worked that shift. I didn’t get an answer, but I noticed through the frosted glass in one of the doors that a light was on in this one certain room. I opened it, and I got the shock of my life when I saw a young black girl huddled in the corner, shivering like she was freezing, and bleeding all over the floor! She only looked in my direction for half a second before scrunching up her arms around her shoulders and staring back down at the floor, but I never will forget how scared she looked, and how weak and pale. I was too shocked to remember later exactly what I said to her, but I must have blurted out something about getting help and telling her to stay put.
I hustled upstairs as fast as I could. I figured somebody had dropped off an accident victim without realizing Emergency Services had moved to a different facility five minutes away. I’ve never felt my own heart beat as hard and as fast as it did right then. I was only 20, and I guess I had led a sheltered life, because I had never seen anything remotely like this. Here someone was bleeding to death, and without swift attention from a medical expert (which I most definitely was not), it looked to me like she was probably going to die!
