Someone get over here,” she called softly but urgently.

Nurse Rebecca Sloan crossed the room at once. Years in pediatric care had taught her to recognize distress instantly, and the sight in front of her made her chest tighten painfully. The boy’s knuckles were scraped raw, his lip split, and faint yellow purple bruises bloomed along his forearms like fingerprints burned into skin.

She crouched slowly so she would not frighten him.

“Hi there,” she said gently. “You are safe here. Can you tell me your name.”