You have no idea who this man is or where he is. You can't just look for him.
You start to hear sounds coming from the ER:

: Alright. Doomcop, if you could just unfreeze the patient...

: Sure thing, doc.

: Uh I guess we just pull this thing out then?... no that just made it worse.

: Oh god what are you doing, that just made him bleed even more! Give me the scalpel!

: No way, I get the scalpel, you always get the scalpel!

: Gentlemen, stop bickering, a man's life is at stake here!

: Werewolf.

: Oh ew, it's a wolf?

: Stop fighting everyone, his life signs are fading fast. Doomcop, the four of us are going to lift the patient off the table. You pull the sword out of his chest.

: I don't think you guys are doctors.

: Okay everyone, one... two... LIFT!

: There's an arm still holding the sword! Ew ew ew ew eeeewwwww!
*crashing noises*

: ...nngh... wha? Why is there a sword in my chest? Where am I? Where are my clothes?

: The patient's waking up!

: Yes we can see that. Sedate him, quickly!

: OH stuff THERE'S A SWORD IN MY CHEST!
*more crashing noises*