1 Laying the Ghosts
The day had been going slowly. Dave sat at the admin desk, absently flicking through the charts he needed to complete. Haleh and Abby were also at the desk, as was Carter, who was wiping his name off the board.
"Slow, isn't it," he said to Dave, just as the doors suddenly banged open revealing a gurney being pushed by two paramedics.
Carter and Dave ran round to it.
"What you got?" asked Dave as they approached.
"58 year old male, suspected MI, collapsed on the EL."
"Got a name?" queried Carter as they ran alongside it.
"No," replied the paramedic.
Dave stopped short as he saw the face. Carter looked at him.
"Everything OK Dave?"
Dave shook himself.
"Fine" he replied, as he resumed running like nothing had happened.
They entered Trama 1.
"OK, on my count," said Carter as they moved the gentlemen from one gurney to another. The two paramedics left with the other gurney as Carter and Dave began to examine him. Haleh cut off his shirt whilst Abby inserted an IV. A loud beeping filled the room.
"He's flatlining," cried Dave, almost in disbelieve.
Haleh looked at him oddly. Abby got the crashcart, whilst Dave started chest compressions.
Carter grabbed the paddles.
"Charging to 100, CLEAR."
Dave backed away, the body convulsed and the bleeping continued. Dave carried on with the compressions.
"Charging, 200, CLEAR."
Again the body jumped, yet the high pitch noise persisted.
"C'mon, c'mon," mumbled Dave, as he pumped furiously upon the chest.
"Amp of appy," ordered Carter. "OK, charging to 300, CLEAR."
Still the moniter bleeped. Dave resumed CPR.
"C'mon. you barstard. Don't you die on me," Dave screamed at the body.
The rest of the room turned to look at him. He had tears in his eyes and his hair hung in his face as he pushed stubbornly on the guy's chest.
"Dave," Carter approached him. "Dave, he's gone." He placed a hand on Dave's arm.
Dave sighed, " time of death, 18:02," and with that he ran out of the room, to a stall in the men's room where he throw up violently.
The day had been going slowly. Dave sat at the admin desk, absently flicking through the charts he needed to complete. Haleh and Abby were also at the desk, as was Carter, who was wiping his name off the board.
"Slow, isn't it," he said to Dave, just as the doors suddenly banged open revealing a gurney being pushed by two paramedics.
Carter and Dave ran round to it.
"What you got?" asked Dave as they approached.
"58 year old male, suspected MI, collapsed on the EL."
"Got a name?" queried Carter as they ran alongside it.
"No," replied the paramedic.
Dave stopped short as he saw the face. Carter looked at him.
"Everything OK Dave?"
Dave shook himself.
"Fine" he replied, as he resumed running like nothing had happened.
They entered Trama 1.
"OK, on my count," said Carter as they moved the gentlemen from one gurney to another. The two paramedics left with the other gurney as Carter and Dave began to examine him. Haleh cut off his shirt whilst Abby inserted an IV. A loud beeping filled the room.
"He's flatlining," cried Dave, almost in disbelieve.
Haleh looked at him oddly. Abby got the crashcart, whilst Dave started chest compressions.
Carter grabbed the paddles.
"Charging to 100, CLEAR."
Dave backed away, the body convulsed and the bleeping continued. Dave carried on with the compressions.
"Charging, 200, CLEAR."
Again the body jumped, yet the high pitch noise persisted.
"C'mon, c'mon," mumbled Dave, as he pumped furiously upon the chest.
"Amp of appy," ordered Carter. "OK, charging to 300, CLEAR."
Still the moniter bleeped. Dave resumed CPR.
"C'mon. you barstard. Don't you die on me," Dave screamed at the body.
The rest of the room turned to look at him. He had tears in his eyes and his hair hung in his face as he pushed stubbornly on the guy's chest.
"Dave," Carter approached him. "Dave, he's gone." He placed a hand on Dave's arm.
Dave sighed, " time of death, 18:02," and with that he ran out of the room, to a stall in the men's room where he throw up violently.