He’s been that way since Thursday.
I squatted down to get a better look at his face. He seemed younger than his chart indicated, perhaps not even a teenager. It was hard to tell with all the blood.
We found him this way.
They had said “self-inflicted.” This was hard to believe. The damage was far more extensive than anything I had seen in my thirty years here. I suppose it was possible, but it didn’t make sense.
Don’t let the straitjacket lull you–he is quite dangerous.
My pity got the best of me. That’s all I can say.