Here we are round three with the Alphabet challenge. I have really been having fun putting these together. Decided to see the show from just a slightly different angle. Trying to decide where I want to go from here. Words are coming faster for different ideas at too rapid a pace. It may be awhile.

I don't own the rights to Emergency and its characters. That belongs to Mark VII Limited and Universal Home Studios Entertainment. I just claim them on loan now and then to put them in my twisted world and see how they survive my insanity.

C is for Comfort

Here they come again, rushing through the door.
Sometimes I wonder if I can take any more.
I wait for them to reach me, standing in the halls.
Motion them to the room, the door between the walls.

The doctor asks the questions, to know good or bad.
We know the medics always give it all they had.
I shoo them from the room and start to assist.
The doctor turns to me and gives me a list.

I work along beside him to save the person's life.
I don't how we do it, amid the medical strife.
Blood is drawn, and taken to the lab.
Another IV to go in, another vein to stab.

"Get a set of vitals", "Find out his BP"
I rush around the room, helping all I see.
"Where is the x-ray?", I need another draw"
In this tiny room, doctor's word is law.

Finally all is done, the patient doing fine.
One that didn't end, in a bitter flattened line
The doctor turns to me and gives a tired smile.
Hopefully there will be a lull in action for awhile.

I walk out the door and see them standing there.
Waiting for word on their victim, our words to share.
I give them a smile, and they sag in blessed relief.
Always wanting to win against time, their deep belief.

They offer me a coffee, which I gladly take.
It lightens up our spirits, better the day to make.
The radio crackles and loudly comes to say.
"What is your status?", it asks them everyday.

One responds "Available", both quickly out the door.
My heart is pounding, blood rate starts to soar.
I hurry to an empty room, to ready it for their return.
Whether it be heart, head, broken bone or burn.

I'm waiting at the desk, for the next person to come in.
Another moment of fear, another war to win.
I watch my nurses busy going from room to room.
I see the janitor walking, pushing his wide brush broom.

The base station blares and a familiar voice calls out
I acknowledge them, then call the nearest doctor about.
He takes over to listen, I grab an empty chart and write.
This sounds like a bad one, the medics are in for a fight.

We wait for them to arrive, the room ready to heal.
Another person to heal, another from death to steal.
They come through the door, working frantic and fast.
Knowing once they come here, the time die is cast.

I see the patient's family, following near the team.
Tears of fear or panic, down their face do stream.
Another nurse goes with them, the family with I stay.
To offer words of comfort, like I do for all, everyday.

Dixie was a tough no nonsense nurse, but she always knew the exact time and place to give out TLC when it was needed.