A chorus of machines surrounded his body, beeping and blinking, yellow, green, blue. Eric's face was puffy and unrecognizable, purple, red, swollen, stubbled. Gauze bandages covered his head and neck. His left arm and leg were enshrouded in casts. It seemed as if every piece of him had been bandaged and stapled and pushed into place. If the bend of cruel geometry that landed Eric here, comatose and broken, came from not being seen. We now needed to give him our attention generously, unflinchingly.