Radio says kid was shot in neck, point blank. Five minutes out. I'm there in the trauma bay, expecting the worst. He must be dead or close to dead. They wheel him in. I'm in full protective equipment, wearing what amounts to a garbage bag and face shield to protect me from flying bodily fluids.
The EMT asks him if he can move over onto the other gurney. WTF? He's conscious?
They examine him all over and take X-Ray films.
He's fine. The wounds are mostly superficial. The bullet is still lodged in his arm, though. To make it from the neck to the arm without hitting anything important is incredible. No one could believe it. If only everyone could be so lucky.
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