Another backboarded body rolls in. I slip from my perch at the computer and greet the emergency medical technician.
“Seizure. Lasted a few minutes, done by the time we got there. Fell and cut his face. Vitals stable. Sugar fine. Oriented but postictal. Didn’t take his meds.”
Approximately my age, the backboarded man’s chin bears a ribbon of red laces.
“Dammit,” he says. A glance at the cardiorespiratory monitor shows me suitable hemodynamics, …