Chapter one - 9am
"Hey, can you hear me?"
"Try and open your eyes for me sweetheart"
"She's unresponsive."
"Her sats are too low, we may have to inturbate"
A group of paramedics surrounded the young woman, inserting an IV into her arm, and carefully checking her body over for obvious injuries. Blood stained her white blouse and her face was drained of all colour.
Five minutes later, she had been loaded onto an ambulance and was on her way to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Cameron
It was just another day in the ED, heavy nosebleeds, broken bones, overprotective mothers...
But then we received a call to warn us of two crash victims coming in.
One of them was 34-year-old Michael Crowe, with minor injuries and a possible broken wrist. The other was an unidentified white female with a fifteen cm laceration on the right side of her torso, breathing difficulties and possible broken ribs.
We cleared two beds and prepared for the victims, and at about 9:50am the first of the two ambulances pulled up outside the ED. The paramedics unloaded the stretcher from the ambulance and gave me and the other doctor taking the case a quick briefing, most of which we already knew. The woman's shirt had been cut open to reveal the fairly deep wound in her side that stretched from her ribcage to just above her waist. She had been fitted with a neck brace to keep her still in case of any neck or spinal trauma, and the paramedics believed that she may need to be intubated if her sats didn't improve quickly.
I glanced at the woman quickly, noting the bruises on her neck and face.
I then froze, the blood in my veins running cold.
It was Thirteen.