Every generation remembers the day, the day that shocked the world. As a surgeon, we remember these days differently, we remember the death toll, the injuries, the complications and what could of been done.
That day, the death toll was 118, 90 interns, 16 patients, 4 surgical reisdents,5 nurses, 1 admin and 2 surgical attendings.
The cause of death was immediate as a series of explosions rippled through the building. The North Washington medical hospital collasped, every floor reciprocated the damage. THe interns that were sitting there final exam on the second floor died, the admin who had ran into work on her way to pick up her five year old from school had died and the nurses and attendings who were doing a lung and heart transplant on a 5 year old boy, died.
I remember that day because i was in the O.R. when the roof collasped, falling just a half an inch from my head, lacerating my ear.
Out of the 15 attendings who were called to teach in the medical hospital for that week, nine of us died immediately, two were shot down and three were found a week later after the terriost group were gunned down. One of us died two days later.
There had been stories, movies and even games built around the the days that followed the bombings of N.W.T, but any surivivor can tell you that the moment, that single moment where you have to decide, to live or die is the one moment, no movie, game or dream can reciprocate. It is something that lives in the very core of the human spirit. It defines who we are.
I, Dr. Calliope Torres, survivor of N.W.T., had lost all hope on my third day. I had been prepared to die.
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