Ibrahim Alim had been living in his car for about four months before he got the call on May 30: a plea for help from a close friend who’d been shot.
“Bro, come get me. I’m hit. I’m hit,” the friend said through the phone.
Alim sped to his friend’s location in the Union-Miles neighborhood and found him bleeding from his upper leg. Alim put the man in the backseat and tried to give him instructions on how to tie a tourniquet while racing to Cleveland Clinic’s emergency room on its main campus. He drove as fast as he could, trying not to jostle his friend…