He has suffered multiple critical wounds from a gun or knife. I have just moved across the country to start my residency training in primary care internal medicine. The patient is male, brown, and younger still.
Life support equipment occupies one long wall and chrome cabinets line another. The trauma room is rectangular, windowless, and whitewashed in bright, artificial light. I am a new doctor in the emergency department at San Francisco General Hospital, standing in a chaos of crash carts and swarming, shouting men and women in green scrubs.
This is what I remember: It is late June or early July of 1992.