We did CPR on a little girl that wrapped herself up in curtains. Maybe 6, tiny. So hypoxic & pale her skin looked like a watercolor brown. Almost the entire time all 290lbs of mom screamed at the limp body, not in grief or in pleading, but anger at the girl going near the window.
One of my first "noticing" memories was when my dad saved two black kids at the beach from an undertow, and when he got them to shore, the mother started screaming at them, even though they were already obviously terrified, and never bothered to even say "Thanks" to my dad.