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Jack abbots pov
Hour one
By the time I walk through the ER doors Dana is already handing things off to Lena and Robby looks half dead like usual.
I place the stethoscope around my neck. “Give me the run down robby,” I say walking over to him.
He sighs. “The usually, two gun shot wounds, couple drug overdoses, and a kid thinking he could out run a car. The car won. He’s waiting for surgery to take him up now,” he explains.
“Sounds like a fun shift,”
“Yeah, I’m getting ready to head out. With the rest of day shift,” and then he’s gone. I look up at the board. My eyes running over what ever mess day shift left us now.
Shen steps up next to me drinking his Dunkin. “I call dips on the one claiming to be bit by a vampire,”
“We go in order,” I remind him.
“Right,” and then he’s off.
Guess I’m taking the chronic miagrane then. I never get the fun ones.
With that I head to curtain three. I pull open the curtain and grab gloves from the box pulling them on. “Hello I’m Dr. Abbott, what’s bothering you?”
The patient is male maybe in his twenties. “Have this miagrane that won’t quit. I’ve had it for three days. Nothing helps,”
“What did you take for it?” I ask, stepping closer. As he attempts to hide his face in the pillows eyes squeezed closed.
“Tylonal and Advil,”
“No prescriptions?” He shakes his head. Well, he’s not lying. If he was an addict he would be shaking. “Ok, I’ll get a nurse to give you something stronger,” with that I step out spotting Vivi pushing a wheelchair. “Vivi, when you’re done with that curtain three needs something for a miagrane,”
After a couple more patients and a resident who passes out after seeing a complex fracture be relocated. Which he should be used to by now but anyway. Lena hangs up the phone hard and pulls me aside. “Prespeterian is on lock down,”
“Why?”
“Don’t know. They wouldn’t tell me anything, but we’re getting most of their patients since we’re closest,”
“Wait, they’re transferring there patients here?” She nods. “All of them?”
“That’s what I was told,”
It’s going to be a long shift.
“Everyone, gather around!” I shout and the staff does as their told. “Presbatarian, is currently shut down for unknown reasons. They’re transporting a majority of their patients here. So move the runs upstairs who need to be up there. I don’t care if they have room or not. Let them figure it out. Everyone goes out in the hall and keep trauma rooms clear. When the patients get here we move who can upstairs and keep the rest down here,”
“Won’t the attendings upstairs get mad?” Someone asks.
“You ever heard of beg for forgiveness later? Becuase that’s what we’re going to do. Now get to work,”
Hour two
Parker stands next to me as we wait in the ambulance to receive a trauma from Presbatarin. “Think it’s another cyber attack?” She asks.
“I hope not. I don’t want to have to deal with it being the 90’s again,”
“Fair enough,” the ambulance comes screaming into the bay. The paramedics climb out swinging the doors open and pushes out the stretcher. There’s a women with a pipe sticking out her stomach.
“Her husband is behind her,” the paramedic informs us as we push her in. Parker stays back.
“I got the husband,”
We take her into a truma room and stabilize her. “Surgery won’t take her,” Mateo says.
“I don’t care. Bring her up there anyway. If they get pissed with you tell them to talk to me,” and then I’m out of the room heading to the next patient.
That’s when I notice the look on Lenas face. As she puts the phone down again. “Presbatarian just suffered a code black,” she informs me. Which means a bomb just went off in their hospital. And that’s why all their patients were getting transported to us.
“How many are coming our way?”
“I don’t know. But we have to assume the worse,”
This is officially the shift from hell.
Hour three
I don’t think it really hit me until we get the first victim from pestaterian. A nurse maybe in her twenties. Her side is bloody and her scrubs are torn. We take her in immediately fixing what we can.
Within thirty minutes the ER is filled with patients. Five have already died and we’re running out of supplies. “Is mercy getting anyone?” Shen fusses as he try’s to stop the bleeding on another patient.
“Doubt it. We’re the closest,” I respond. Stitching up a nasty head gash. Then I head to the next and the next and the next.
The rush of patients never seeming to end. Everytime I go out to get another patient from the bay the night seems to be darker and smokier.
Christ, what the hell is happening?
Hour four
Mercy sent us blood and supplies by helicopter as we’re overran. With injured staff from pretpatrian and their patients. The staff aren’t behaving themselves though.
They keep trying to get up to help with patients and the ones that’s aren’t too badly injuried we let them because God knows we need it.
Now I understand Why robby always do desperate for us to show up when things during the day shift go to hell.
“Anymore in route?” I ask Lena.
“No idea. Lost contact,”
“Fuck. Ok someone get me information on incoming ambalances and someone get the restraints for when people choose not to stay where they’re supposed to,”
Damnit. We’re not even half way through the shift yet.
The pitt is completely full now and patients are starting to end up in the ambulance bay. I turn to Lena. “If anymore ambulances come. Send them to Mercy. We can’t take anymore,”
“I can tell them that. But that doesn’t mean they’re going to listen,”
“Then send them away,” i respond. Moving onto the next trauma.
I hear another ambulance and I strop out side. “We’re not taking anymore,” I shout as a paramedic gets out.
“Where are we supposed to take him to then?” He asks.
“Mercy,” I answer.
“You haven’t heard? Mercy is locked down. You’re the only other option,”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Hour five
By the time upstairs decides to start sending patients down here cause they simply can’t fit anymore the bomb squad has shown up.
Apparently they think we may have treated the bomber and that we may know who the bomber is.
I can promise you that we don’t. Atleast the influx of patients isn’t as much now. So that’s good.
Most of us are covered in blood at this point. Even when you take your gloves off and the aprons you still smell like blood. It’s everywhere.
Shen comes up to me. “What’s the plan when we can’t fit anymore?” He asks.
“Pray that doesn’t happen,” I answer.
“Wait, there is no plan?”
“Nope, and anyway don’t you have patients to tend to?” With that he scatters off.
I should have became a mechanic.
Hour six
Shen stands next to me at the nurses station watching the mess that this has become. “Patients are finally getting released,” he comments.
“Only those that were green. And it doesn’t matter presparerin is out of commission and Mercy is down for who knows how long and we’re going to be next. So don’t start sound optimistic yet. This is just the beginning,”
“Someone’s been hanging out with Robby for too long,” Mateo comments as he walks over to us. “Oh, and apperently their still doing rescue at prespaterin,” he informs us.
This shift isn’t going to end.
I check over a younger patient. Maybe a teenager. With a head lac. Nothing serious. Probably get discharged in an hour or two. When my leg decides now would be a good time to play the phantom pain game.
I ignore it the best I can but It doesn’t work. It never does.
God damn this shift.
Hour seven
The night just keeps going. Patient to patient. Discharge who we can. Take the ones that we can upstairs. Try to figure out what the hell is going on at mercy and if we’re about to become the only operational hospital, or if we’re going to get blown up next.
It’s hard to say.
I hope I get hazard pay for this shift. Another trauma comes in. Another we couldn’t save.
This night is never going to end. Usually nights are come. Apparently not this time.
Hour eight
Half way through this shift. Half way through. Eight hours left. Or well almost seven because we’re at the end of the eight hour mark. That’s all that’s all we need to survive and I’m currently standing infront of a suicide bomber who’s sitting on a stretcher showing me his bomb vest he currently has on. “If you notify anyone everyone will die,” is all he says.
This is just great. I treat him the best I can and stare down the bomb squad every chance I get as they keep sweeping the place.
I need them to notice. I need them to get him but I can’t say anything. I don’t know what he may be capable of.
Thankfully a nurse notices and approaches an officer.
Hour nine
The second the man sees the bomb squad he runs and is tackled to the ground. They’re able to quickly disarm him and when he’s in hand cuffs everyone claps.
At least that’s over.
Hour twelve
Robby comes walking in as we get the last of the blood off the floor. “What the hell happened?” He asks.
“The shift from hell,” I respond grabbing my bag and patting his shoulder before getting the hell out of here.