Reminds me of a job I went to involving drugs. Called to a house on a rather less than desirable estate for a "...bleed not stopped" (but in the lovely terms of the AMPDS coding system). The patient, who was a I.V. drug abuser, had shot up through his groin directly through an abcess inadvertenly into the femoral artery. The abcess was as a result of infection from numerous previous visits with the needle to this area. Anyway, as we walked into the living room we could see the progress of his continuing blood loss as it had spurted up the wall gradually climbing lower as he lost his blood pressure and the old red stuff itself. The sad thing was that in the corner of the room was his 7 or 8 year old son laying on a mucky old mattress watching the telly with out a care in the world as if this was the norm in his house. What chance did he have been raised in that kind of enviroment?