You apply traction to the left leg and hear a satisfying crunching sound as the fractures reduce and the bones re-align themselves. Once the leg is straight you carefully splint it to the other one using a figure-of-eight bandage that you learnt from an old navy captain.

You ask Julian for an update - 'Well, the boy appears stable doc.'

You feel good about yourself.

'Stable as in for the last few minutes the blood pressure has been zero, pulse rate zero and oxygen saturation zero. Stable'

You feel bad about yourself. Still, at least now you've straightened the leg they won't have to make the coffin a funny shape.