CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: At 4.51pm, Warhol died. That, at least, was the verdict of the interns and residents in the emergency room of Columbus Hospital in New York. The young doctors couldn't find a pulse. There was no blood pressure to speak of. The patient's colour was grey tinged with blue. He was DOA: dead on arrival. He is pictured left showing his operation scars and surgical corset that he had to wear. At the moment Warhol was being wheeled in, a gifted surgeon in private practice named Giuseppe Rossi was checking on a patient recovering in the intensive care unit. Rossi heard the call for a doctor to come to the aid of a shooting victim on the public address system and rushed to ER to see if he was needed. As the juniors filled him in on the case, he reached out to make one final check on the fresh corpse where it lay unmoving, eyes closed, soaking the trolley in blood.
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