I'm in the cavernous waiting room of a large hospital, just sitting idly as if waiting for my appointment. A large Hispanic-looking lady is sitting nearby, not paying attention, perhaps talking on her phone. I notice that her child, a boy of about 8 or 10 years old, is playing on the shiny floor, just squirming around on his belly and talking to himself like kids do when they're bored. But I notice that there's a puddle under him, and to be helpful I get up, tap his mom on the shoulder, and draw her attention to him. She gives him a couple words and he gets up, showing that the puddle is blood, which is all over the front of his shirt. Then he runs off.

The mom doesn't know what to do but she's a big lady who probably isn't very good in a chase, so I assure her not to worry, that I will go find the child. I go off in the direction he went, and encountering somebody in nurse's scrubs, quickly blurt out "hey, have you seen a kid about this high - excuse me, but, a Mexican kid - with blood all over his shirt?"