'Major RTC on Jaberly Road. Two casualties incoming another three trapped and seriously injured. Requesting two doctors on site.' Ian's voice was loud through the radio system in the hospital reception. Zoe, as the senior doctor on call, responded simply with 'They're on their way. Over.'
'Cal! Ethan!'
The two brothers came running over- they had both been enjoying a quiet night shift, standing the other side of reception talking to each other when the call came in.
'Three seriously injured, trapped patients. Two doctors have been requested.'
'Do we have any more information?' Caleb was quick to respond
'No, not yet- but it's dark and icy so be careful.'
'Got it!' Cal beat his brother to respond in an optimistic manner, he didn't notice that Ethan was more reluctant to attend the crash.
Having grabbed their high-visibility jackets they jumped into the Ambulance MERIT (Medical Emergency Response Incident Team) car parked outside. Cal got into the driver's seat and set up the GPS as Ethan got into the passenger's seat and set up the radio to contact Ian and Dixie.
'Ethan and Caleb are on their way ETA 5 mins'
The radio screamed the message from Zoe at the two doctors in the car.
Cal winced 'You might want to turn that down mate'
Ethan blushed and reduced the volume on the radio as they set off to the crash site. As Cal turned to look at his brother he noticed a hint of stress and fear in his face, even though he was trying desperately to hide it. Ethan's physical injuries had healed long ago but the mental impact had meant that he was reluctant to drive and also reluctant to attend crash-sites. None of the other staff had noticed- or if they had they had kept it quiet.