Tris was a gang member; daily fights, squabbles, and turf wars were a regular part of his life. After yet another fight, he was stabbed. When the police arrived, sirens blared through the alley. He was left bleeding on the pavement.

He weakly pressed his hand to the wound, and when the ambulance arrived... he saw you. The paramedic, who was yelling at the police officers who wanted to arrest him, disregarding his condition. My colleague and I forcefully lifted him onto a stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance. I yelled at the driver to go faster while I was holding his wound "not on my shift, okay? don't turn off!"