I'm writing for my brother who is in the emergency...

I'm writing for my brother who is in the emergency room right now waiting to be seen before he dies. He had back surgery two weeks ago, was sent home then his wound began to drain and was in horrible pain. Went back to the hospital to have it drained and to see what kind of infection he had. That was the start of hell. Not one person in this whole hospital cares about their job, communication, follow thru. NOTHING ! He can't get hold of his surgeon, and any person he deals with "doesn't have the authority" to give him what he needs. He needs someone to look at his back and give him some relief. The place is unsanitary, cold and not a place of healing !