A quiet humming sound caused by the neon lights dominated the room. This sound was accompanied by the low rumbling of the nurses talking with each other about the latest gossip, and whatever else it is that nurses talk about. Occasionally this noise would be rudely interrupted by the chirping telephone screaming annoyingly for someone to answer it. It was an extremely slow Sunday afternoon in the Utah Valley Regional Medical Center Emergency Room for Dr. Roberts and his team of medical professionals. It was the type of day that a person has when they at work and there is nothing to, and all that you can think about is going home early and enjoying the wonderful summertime atmosphere.
             Meanwhile, while this atmosphere of doing nothing but organizing the medical supply crash carts existed, somewhere on the local freeway, a group of friends were out riding their motorcycles, and getting away from the pressures of life. One of the friends was a twenty-two year old named Taylor. He is a student, attending the University of Utah, who had just recently been married. He was also anticipating on attending medical school later on in his future. Even though he had a lot of things going for him, for one reason or another Taylor decided to not wear his helmet that day. Taylor's friends began showing off to one another by popping wheelies, standing on the seats of their bike, and weaving in and out of traffic, at speeds of over ninety miles per hour. Taylor was riding behind the pack of bikes and decided that he should catch up to the rest of the group. He shifted gears and darted ahead into an opening in between the cars. Suddenly he collided with a car that moved into the opening the same time that Taylor did. Taylor and his motorcycle were knocked over, and were both sent hurdling into the air, flipping end over end.
             Soon the team of paramedics, who had been dispatched to attend to the wreck, arrived on the scene of the motorcycle acciden...