Something bad had happened in the aftermath of the accident, and there had been a police involved shooting. The ER had been notified by the police that multiple seriously injured patients would be inbound, but something went horribly wrong. As the hospital scrambled to get more staff to the ER to prepare for the glut of major injuries, word came in that the accident had escalated to more than just a shooting.
Apparently some of the injured people had attacked Samaritans as well as police officers that had arrived to help. The details were sketchy. Instead of four victims as initially advertised, the ambulances were transporting in nearly twelve, most in some fashion of critical condition. Sabrina was pulled from her quiet fourth floor to assist the ER crews when the number of victims on their way swelled from four, to fourteen.
She was pulled in person, under duress by the hospital's Nurse Manager, Phyllis. Phyllis was nearly out of breath, and looked frazzled. "Sabrina head down and find Doctor Barry. He's going to be working in room one oh four right near the lobby, and he'll be doing triage on the people arriving. Assist him as best you can."
Phyllis was a nice woman, but she was ruthless when it came to her job. Sabrina was only barely qualified to help in the ER under the best circumstances, so for her to ask for Sabrina to head down there must've meant the situation was dire. Sabrina thought of her son, and hoped he was safe at home with her husband, playing on the swing set in the backyard. It was a warm June day, and that seemed like a perfect vision to her.
She hoped their small town was far quieter than the city.
*****
By the time Sabrina reached the hospital's emergency room, the department was in heavy disarray. She saw four of the six security guards the hospital employed all attempting to maintain a semblance of peace in the entranceway and waiting room, but the men looked strained. Cabot, the largest and most imposing of all the guards was kneeling down low in a hallway to explain something to a frustrated woman in a wheelchair who had her leg elevated. She wore a splint and judging by the grimace on her pretty face she was in some pain. You could never tell how much pain someone was in just by looking at them though. Some people were predisposed to complain and feel pain more acutely than others. Sabrina's son David was impervious to pain. Just last summer he broke a bone in his arm and didn't say anything to her or her husband for a few days because as he said, "it wasn't so bad."
The look on the young girl's face said anything but, "this wasn't so bad."
Doctor Barry was a young doctor. She thought he was maybe thirty five. His hair was pitch black and trimmed neatly right down to his skin giving him a very military look. It made sense too as Barry came to the hospital after a career in the military. He had served as some kind of high profile medic in the army, and after getting out he'd completed med school as quickly as could be. Barry was a trauma specialist. If anyone came into their ER with a gunshot or stab wound, there was no better man to see. Barry was lean, and handsome, and was the subject of more nurse gossip at the facility than any other eligible man. She was scared to be in the ER with so much going on, but she was pretty damned thankful to spend some time with him. Her husband didn’t need to know anything…
"Thanks Sabrina. I appreciate you coming down to help." Barry moved quickly and confidently. He arranged all manner of supplies on a series of trays and table in a waiting room near the ambulance entrance that was typically reserved for a single patient's intake assessment. He'd already prepared it to sit three, and had a series of beds in the hallway opposite ready to take those that didn't need urgent care immediately.
"Yeah Doctor, you're welcome," she said, failing to hide her apprehension about it all.
"Nervous aren't you?" Barry asked with a smile, his hands
Apparently some of the injured people had attacked Samaritans as well as police officers that had arrived to help. The details were sketchy. Instead of four victims as initially advertised, the ambulances were transporting in nearly twelve, most in some fashion of critical condition. Sabrina was pulled from her quiet fourth floor to assist the ER crews when the number of victims on their way swelled from four, to fourteen.
She was pulled in person, under duress by the hospital's Nurse Manager, Phyllis. Phyllis was nearly out of breath, and looked frazzled. "Sabrina head down and find Doctor Barry. He's going to be working in room one oh four right near the lobby, and he'll be doing triage on the people arriving. Assist him as best you can."
Phyllis was a nice woman, but she was ruthless when it came to her job. Sabrina was only barely qualified to help in the ER under the best circumstances, so for her to ask for Sabrina to head down there must've meant the situation was dire. Sabrina thought of her son, and hoped he was safe at home with her husband, playing on the swing set in the backyard. It was a warm June day, and that seemed like a perfect vision to her.
She hoped their small town was far quieter than the city.
*****
By the time Sabrina reached the hospital's emergency room, the department was in heavy disarray. She saw four of the six security guards the hospital employed all attempting to maintain a semblance of peace in the entranceway and waiting room, but the men looked strained. Cabot, the largest and most imposing of all the guards was kneeling down low in a hallway to explain something to a frustrated woman in a wheelchair who had her leg elevated. She wore a splint and judging by the grimace on her pretty face she was in some pain. You could never tell how much pain someone was in just by looking at them though. Some people were predisposed to complain and feel pain more acutely than others. Sabrina's son David was impervious to pain. Just last summer he broke a bone in his arm and didn't say anything to her or her husband for a few days because as he said, "it wasn't so bad."
The look on the young girl's face said anything but, "this wasn't so bad."
Doctor Barry was a young doctor. She thought he was maybe thirty five. His hair was pitch black and trimmed neatly right down to his skin giving him a very military look. It made sense too as Barry came to the hospital after a career in the military. He had served as some kind of high profile medic in the army, and after getting out he'd completed med school as quickly as could be. Barry was a trauma specialist. If anyone came into their ER with a gunshot or stab wound, there was no better man to see. Barry was lean, and handsome, and was the subject of more nurse gossip at the facility than any other eligible man. She was scared to be in the ER with so much going on, but she was pretty damned thankful to spend some time with him. Her husband didn’t need to know anything…
"Thanks Sabrina. I appreciate you coming down to help." Barry moved quickly and confidently. He arranged all manner of supplies on a series of trays and table in a waiting room near the ambulance entrance that was typically reserved for a single patient's intake assessment. He'd already prepared it to sit three, and had a series of beds in the hallway opposite ready to take those that didn't need urgent care immediately.
"Yeah Doctor, you're welcome," she said, failing to hide her apprehension about it all.
"Nervous aren't you?" Barry asked with a smile, his hands
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