Such things happens when I wake up at 3 a.m. to watch new episode of one of my favourites TV Shows.
I hope you will enjoy :)

"You look bad. You should eat something."
"Yhym." I murmur, turning the pages of another history of the disease.
"Ellie..."
"Lees, a march to the ER!" Orders Powers and we have seen for a while before he disappear and nobody knows where. I roll my eyes. Greeeat, I missed only further narky into me supervisor. Really great. James looks at me with his eyes doe as long as I want to cut him with a scalpel.
"Here it is." I growl under my breath and I take an apple from the table.
"Don't huff. I'm just worried." He explains, sitting down next to me. His concern works for me like a red rag to a bull. Generally James gets on my nerves. Handsome blond man with doe eyes. I slightly pull away from him. Do not complain about the lack of other problems of love.
"God, how much I would like to cut someone?" I beg the Creator and pleadingly raise my hands up in a gesture of prayer. "I wasn't in the surgery for a week. Do you understand that? The whole seven days filling papers, orders laboratory, clinic and patients postoperatively. And all that because I cannot sit quiet and I always have to add comment to everything. I have to cut someone." I finish and bite into the apple. I need to find a patient who needs surgery or I'll go crazy.
"If you want to ..."
Outside heard an ambulance. My phone going crazy. I leave the paper and an apple on the table and run to the ER. Finally, something is happening! Please, whatever operating. Although the appendix.
Two people, accident, motor. I read and I am in bliss. Thanks, Old Man!
"Lees!"
I run on a branch when entering a battered girl. This doesn't look seriously injured. She is conscious, but dazed. I see a few superficial scratches, no fractures or bleeding.
"Abdominal ultrasound, let's give something to calm her..." I murmur, filling her card, and cope everything with fast signature. "Okay, now tell me that we have someone to cu..."
"Boy, three deep abdominal wounds."
"Yes! Call to Finley, let him wash. He is in the three?" I yelled, running down the hall to the boy from the accident. Along the way, I make sure, that the rest of the interns and residents is unavailable, so I will definitely assist.
"Finley does not answer." Nurse stopped me at the door, when I already had to push the door handle. Uh!
"All right."
No one dares to break away Tomas Finley from sleep. This threatens ban to entry to the operating room and clinic for all month. But for what we have is Elisabeth? For the worst job. When I walked, or rather, I slam into the nurses' station he was asleep at best. Because what surgeon can do on call at 3 am?
"Fin ... Tomas ... Tomas, get up ... Finley, bloody hell, the operation!"
"Where?" He sat on the bed and looked feverishly around the room.
"Wash you they are taking you a boy with abdominal wound." He nodded and lay back on the bed. Damn heavy, what with everyone today?!
"God, this operation! Look to him and you can wash yourself." He jumped out of bed and ran into surgery. Oh yes! I love him. I'm going to cut. Oh ...
I grabbed boy's card and went to his room. The nurse already gave him an anesthetic for surgery. I looked at the card where nobody inscribed an order to give any medication. Applause for nurses. I shook my head and pulled out a pen. The nurse jumped when I pulled the cap.
"Isaac Lahey?" I asked. I didn't get answer, so I looked questioningly at her. She seemed a bit surprised. "Is that Isaac Lahey? I'm going to operate on him." After a moment she smiles and nods. "You give him thiopental, or something else?"
"Thiopental."
"Ok, thanks. Soon we take him into surgery. And by the way, I know it's just an injection, but wear gloves. Regulations require this, even at this foolishness." I smiled and upturn bedding, under which is hidden a large ligature. I unveil half of the wound. Three equal in size and deep cuts on his stomach. "It will be much to sew. I wonder how he did it. Is already known something about the accident?"
Nurse disappears as if she melted away. Instead of her in the door frame appears James's head and I have a great desire to disappear as a nurse.
"Your sister is calling. Apparently she can't contact you."
"Tell her that I had surgery and I will be later." I speak discontented, because he comes inside. Immediately I find something to do and I check parameters of the boy. Is she not much to do at night? She is bored or something? "Or I'll call her back. Dave! Dave, darling, can you take care of him?" I ask a passing male nurse with begging painted on my face. Fortunately, you can always count on Dave.
I moved away as far as it was possible, because James could accidentally find me, and dialed my older sister's number.
"Hey, witch!" I dropped to the phone when she take a call. Leah immediately hit back.
"Hey, butcher. Could you kindly answer the phone, even just from me. Mom is worried."
"If the display see a witch or Matriarch then I run not specially quickly to the phone. You're calling only for this?"
"No, I just wanted to hear you." Leah has lucky, cause I know about her love for the sarcasm, otherwise I will bury alive her in the garden. In the same place, where we entomb the last guinea pig. "I have to take Cristian to the station, so I wanted to know when you are coming back."
"I have a surgery, so not quickly. Leave your treasure with Jess."
"I will not call to her in the night. Besides, she is unfitted for looking after her. It's only a half an hour, nothing bad will not happen to her, right?"
"You are a terrible mother."
"I know. See you in the morning."
Turn off the phone and hang it on the shelf. I wash my hands, put apron and gloves on, and I'm ready for operation. The door opens, and in the operating room are only three people, and there is no bed with the patient.
"What ...?" I asked, looking around the room. "Where's the boy?"
"I guess that somebody muddled the patients and brought us a healthy boy.' Tomas explains and keep getting off apron. "They are looking for our patient."
"How the hell?!"
"I don't know, sweetheart. This was perfectly healthy, with no injuries."
"Who brought him?" Great, in this hospital, however, can not rely on anyone. Everyone is waiting just to give responsibilities to someone else, and as a result it gets confusing.
"Dave."
Something was not right. Dave took care of the boy, saw him in the hall, so he rather would not exchange him to someone else.
"Where is he now?"
"This boy? On the way to the branch. Go see what with a girl. Call you when they will find our missing."
I run to the elevator, because they could not gone far. Something is wrong. Elevator is on its way to the ground floor. Uh, I have to go stairs. Now I am grateful to my dad of all sports activities which he sent me. Almost knock terrified nurse with several binders down. Quickly I get through to the ground floor. I can't catch my breath, pant like after running in marathon. I lift my head.
The lift is open and empty. In the corridor there is none. I guess. From behind the glass door I see two men with a wheelchair. They both have dark hair and are well built. One is a bit older than the other. Although the second looks more familiar. I see a boy sitting in a wheelchair. I'll give my left nut that is Isaac. Are on the outside. I can be very fit, but still when I'm out the door, they already leave in car.
Greeeat.

Angry like a wasp I come back on branch and immediately go to the girl from the accident. Reporting a missing patient is not something that I wanted throughout all day. Why this is happening on my duty?! Along the way, I come across sheriff who have a live discussion with a nurse, and I regret that I showed you.
"Ask the doctor." Nurse suggests, and I feel how I start to boil inside.
"So I'm listening." I answer sweetly, because I'm here not too long, so I do not want to go on a bitch and make a bad impression. Not yet.
"The girl from acc..."
"You cannot visit her now. She was given strong sedatives and sleeping pills." I explain, but I still boil inside. I should now be in the operating theater and assist Finley in the surgery. I shouldn't be back on the ward, with a ton of papers on my head and others post-surgical patients.
"Please contact me when she wake up."
"Of course."
I send to sheriff another smile after which he is not able to say more words and I can finally nobble the girl. With impetus open the door and I stand stunned in disbelief. The bed is empty, and the policeman is chained to the leg of an empty bed.
"God, this is not happening!" I speak to myself and pale from a large dose of today's emotions I turn to the sheriff. "Excuse me, can you allow me here for a moment?"
"Are you all right?"
"No. I need go to bed and take a break from running away patients."