“What did he stab you with?”
“What does that matter?”
“It matters a lot.”
“He stabbed me, just stop the bleeding.”
“Did you see the knife?”
“What is this! I told you it don’t matter.”
“Actually, it does matter. In a minute, tops, your left lung is going to collapse, your chest cavity is filling with blood as we speak, your blood pressure is dropping, and you are about to lose consciousness.”
“It’s just a little cut.”
“Ever see a little cut from an ice pick?”
“Only in the movies. It’s not the size on the surface, it’s the depth that gets you.”
“Then I’m screwed.”
“He stabbed me with a big screwdriver.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got fluids going in, oxygen on and the best trauma team in New England waiting a minute away.”
“I think you better hurry up.”
He turned white, then was gone.
A tiny quarter inch slice under his left shoulder blade was the only mark on him. Stabbing victims crash fast.
Woody, my partner on Rescue 1 in 2001 told me, “It’s not what you see on the outside, it’s what lies within that matters.