I couldn't stop thinking about the little guy. The look in his eyes. So sad and so lonely. I wanted to help him, but I didn't know what I could do.
As soon as my shift was over, I headed back to the hospital and found Tank, and took him aside.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly. "How's he doing?"
"Who? The guy you brought in?"
"Yeah."
"Not good. They induced a coma because they were worried about the swelling around his brain."
"Jesus."
"He didn't have any ID on him. We don't have any idea who he is. They've moved him upstairs. Why don't you go check on him?"
"Nah," I shrugged.
"You sure, bub? He doesn't have anyone right now."
Tank squeezed my shoulder and I nodded at him and headed upstairs. I found out which was his room and headed down the hall.
A pair of uniformed cops were standi
