Like a scene from a horror movie
This happened a long time ago and is a longer story, but I'll just tell the relevant bits.

.....A patient came into Labour and Delivery one afternoon complaining of "Bleeding down there" after having a baby a few days before.

I took her semi-wonky vital signs and tried to get a history out of her, but she seemed almost drunk: very spacey and distracted. Finally as I go to check between her legs and see the huge, quickly spreading pool of blood between her legs do I realize she's not drunk or mental, she's in fucking shock and can't think straight cause no blood is left to get to her brain. Duh! Wonder nurse does it again.

We rush her into surgery and one D & C and 7 units of packed red blood cells later, she's fine.

The blood part comes from the story her husband told me later: she had been bleeding all day before her addled brain made her come into L & D. It was a cold November and he came home from his job to find the door ajar and the house dark and freezing. Slowly he walks through the house calling for his wife, trying to find his wife and baby.
There's bloody handprints on the walls, two blood-soaked dining room chairs, smears of blood leading up the stairs.

Upstairs, the toilet is FULL of blood, the bathtub is bloody, every towel in the house is soaked in blood, there's bloody footprints everywhere and in his marital bed, there's a sodden pool of blood 5 feet across. The fucking house is scarlet and no note to say where the hell they are, no one knows anything.

He calls the local small town cops-they spazz out and are ready to call the FBI because they can't find a body but the amount of blood is enough a person shouldn't be able to live after losing this much.

Finally the poor guy's mother-in-law thinks to call him and tell him what the hell happened.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 6:26, Reply)