The emergency room was busy that afternoon. I had just started my shift and was making my way through a scrum of frantic doctors, nurses, and orderlies when I heard yelling coming from the ambulance bay entrance.
“Put her down now!” I recognized the stern voice of Herb, one of our security guards.
“Get a stretcher, stat,” said Ellie, the head nurse.
“You’re hurting her,” a woman yelled.
I ran to the ambulance bay, rounded a corner, and saw a huge man, seven-foot-something, holding a petite woman, maybe five feet tall, by her feet, her head dangling down. “I have to hold her this way,” the man insisted.
