Until this guy came in.
At 1AM my pager told me that an assault victim would be coming in five minutes. I immediately started thinking of the type of person who is liable to get beaten at that time of night. When you get assaulted in the middle of the night, you're either on the wrong end of a robbery or doing something really stupid. So I was assuming the victim must be a cashier at a convenience store.
Not this guy.
When he hit the door, it looked as if his face had been used as a punching bag. Both eyes were black and blue and swollen shut, he had lacerations on his ear and forehead, and blood coming from his nose. And he had some very nice steel bracelets (read: handcuffs). Often when I get an assault victim in police custody, it's the police who have done the assaulting.
Not this guy.
As I was examining him, one of the nurses made the mistake of asking exactly what happened. He explained that some guy beat the hell out of him just because he had caught him naked in bed with his son.
"So what? It's 2013!" you're thinking.
You didn't let me finish. He caught him in bed with his 6-year old son.
"But they can't prove anything," he said with a creepy smile.
I froze, barely able to believe what I had just heard. My bedside manner instantly vanished, and I may have been a bit more rude and abrupt than my usual. Fortunately he had no serious injuries (by which I mean "unfortunately, the father hadn't beaten the shit out of the guy enough"), and I gave him right back to the police after stitching him up.
I can't imagine the guy even making it to the hospital if I had caught him with my son. Most people don't deserve their injuries, but this guy earned every bit of his. And more.