Not a medical worker myself but still have a pretty sad story. I had a cousin who I grew up with, I wasn't as close to him as my younger brother, but we were all still pretty close. He was funny and he was pretty empathetic and nice for a six year old. When I was eleven my brother and him had been the victims of a hit and run. My brother was fine, he had been knocked to the side by his bike, but my cousin had been crushed in between the car and a van. Nasty stuff. His bottom half looked like it had been through a meat grinder. Then he just screamed the most painful scream, it was terrible. I got my mom, and by the time we had gotten back he was just saying "Help me" so quietly. My cousin, his older sister and the one who was supposed to be watching us, never got over it. She's basically a prostitute living in Chicago, and the last time I saw her we had to kick her out because she was so high. I don't blame her. She must of felt so helpless just  standing there.

It hurt us a lot.