memoirofamermaid
adenosinetriesphosphate:

Aftermath of a Code Crimson at my hospital the other night. My friend works in the ER and took this photo and sent me the following:
      “Car rolled three times, became on fire. Transported to us for intubation then supposed to be transferred to [higher acuity hospital omitted for HIPPA reasons] but then she coded. She was a mess. Blood everywhere. Bones sticking out of the skin. Adipose tissue out. Depressed frontal skull fracture. Mid forties. She died.”
The aftermath of a life not saved.

adenosinetriesphosphate:

Aftermath of a Code Crimson at my hospital the other night. My friend works in the ER and took this photo and sent me the following:

      “Car rolled three times, became on fire. Transported to us for intubation then supposed to be transferred to [higher acuity hospital omitted for HIPPA reasons] but then she coded. She was a mess. Blood everywhere. Bones sticking out of the skin. Adipose tissue out. Depressed frontal skull fracture. Mid forties. She died.”

The aftermath of a life not saved.

feellng
Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or—such is the pleasure they experience—they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.
 Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via feellng)