In 1972 on the highway I hit head on a car with a drunk driver who suddenly came over into my lane. I was DOA in Shands, the UF hospital, because they had an ER full from a couple of other auto wrecks and triage said I was low priority. They put a DOA card on my chest and wheeled my gurney against the wall in the hall. 2 med students saw the designated corpse and one picked up a wrist and noticed no rigor mortis yet. They decided to practice their life-saving techniques. The dead guy responded. Such is what I was told by a nurse and the bone doctor when I was across the street in the VA hospital. I don’t countenance people complaining about teaching hospitals or the prospect of students working on them.
PS: I was on a CB 450.