First, do no harm.
The stranger was brought into the operating room at Cross Hospital at 4:13 AM on March 2, 1900. He was a tall man, thin as the proverbial rail, and near death. His skin was an unnatural alabaster, and most of his blood was gone, having poured from the massive lacerations to his upper torso.
When he was prepped and set upon the operating, Doctors Gilbert and Evans – along with Nurses Locke and Down – prepared to fight a losing battle.
They had little doubt that the man would die. His pulse was weak, and sometimes missing altogether. His blood loss was immense, and there several ribs that were broken off and missing.
Yet the four medical professionals refused to let the man die without at least attempting to save his life.
For six hours and a half, they battled death, and they won.
The man continued to breathe.
As the nurses and the doctors staggered away from the operating table, Nurse Angela Down – pictured here at the foot of the table – made it to the door. She needed air, for as they were finishing up with the injured stranger, she had smelled a foul, acrid scent.
No sooner had she opened the door and when the stranger opened his eyes.
Nurse Locke attempted to speak to the man, stepping forward as he sat up.
Yet as Nurse Locke reached out to him, the man took her arm, smiled, and tore it out of her socket.
As the woman crashed to the floor, blood pulsing from the wound, the doctors leaped to her aid.
Before they reached her, the stranger was off the bed, grinning at Nurse Down as he took hold of Dr. Gilbert’s head and snapped the physician’s neck.
Dr. Evans tried to scurry away, but the stranger killed him with a single blow to the temple.
Angela Down stood perfectly still in the doorway, and the stranger winked at her, turned on his heel, and threw himself out the window.
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