Greene busts through the door.
"KID DURANGO!" he shouts.
"Mark, what are you talking about?" Elizabeth asks.
"Nothing, not-" he's cut off by a nurse.
"Trauma coming in…" Greene rushes back to the door as the stretcher pops through.
"Vitals?"
"BP 160/140."
"What happened?"
"Got a father coming in. Car accident."
"Where's my daddy??" a soft voice mutters.
"Everything's alright. Your dad's gonna be okay, and so are you," Greene said to the girl without even knowing what the father's injuries were. 'She could only be, what, 8-9 years old?' he thought to himself.
"I'm getting Luka in here, I'll take the dad," Greene said as he rushed out. He saw the father's stretcher coming in.
"Vitals?"
"BP135/100"
"Bad. Let's get him on the table. 1, 2, 3," he counted. The girl's father looked pretty banged up.
"Glass up the wazoo," he muttered as he slowly took the pieces of glass from the unconscious man's chest and head.
"We're going into V-Fib, Mark," one of the nurses shouted across the table.
"Get the paddles ready for me, we might need to intubate." He grabbed the paddles. "Clear!"
"Still V-Fib."
"Charge to 30. Clear!"
"Still V-Fib."
"Charge to 50! CLEAR!"
"Asystolye." Greene bowed his head. 'How could it end that easily? No fight, nothing. I'm going down the tubes. I feel like I can't work anymore.' He thinks.
"Okay, let's call it. Time of death, 18:51," he said as he covered the body.
He took off his gloves and entered the other room with the little girl in it. She was asleep, and her injuries were curing. The nurses were moving her to a curtain. Greene found Luka and asked him how it went. Luka asked him how the father went, and Greene beared the bad news.
He wandered off to find Elizabeth and the desk getting some records.
"Hey, honey," he said as they pecked on the lips.
"Hi, Mark. How'd the trauma go?"
"Time of death, 18:51."
"Ooh. Ick."
"Yeah, I know."
"Listen, I've got to be up in the OR. I'll see you later. Bye." She said as she sauntered off into the what-seemed-to-be-distant hallway. 'She didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye,' he thought.
"KID DURANGO!" he shouts.
"Mark, what are you talking about?" Elizabeth asks.
"Nothing, not-" he's cut off by a nurse.
"Trauma coming in…" Greene rushes back to the door as the stretcher pops through.
"Vitals?"
"BP 160/140."
"What happened?"
"Got a father coming in. Car accident."
"Where's my daddy??" a soft voice mutters.
"Everything's alright. Your dad's gonna be okay, and so are you," Greene said to the girl without even knowing what the father's injuries were. 'She could only be, what, 8-9 years old?' he thought to himself.
"I'm getting Luka in here, I'll take the dad," Greene said as he rushed out. He saw the father's stretcher coming in.
"Vitals?"
"BP135/100"
"Bad. Let's get him on the table. 1, 2, 3," he counted. The girl's father looked pretty banged up.
"Glass up the wazoo," he muttered as he slowly took the pieces of glass from the unconscious man's chest and head.
"We're going into V-Fib, Mark," one of the nurses shouted across the table.
"Get the paddles ready for me, we might need to intubate." He grabbed the paddles. "Clear!"
"Still V-Fib."
"Charge to 30. Clear!"
"Still V-Fib."
"Charge to 50! CLEAR!"
"Asystolye." Greene bowed his head. 'How could it end that easily? No fight, nothing. I'm going down the tubes. I feel like I can't work anymore.' He thinks.
"Okay, let's call it. Time of death, 18:51," he said as he covered the body.
He took off his gloves and entered the other room with the little girl in it. She was asleep, and her injuries were curing. The nurses were moving her to a curtain. Greene found Luka and asked him how it went. Luka asked him how the father went, and Greene beared the bad news.
He wandered off to find Elizabeth and the desk getting some records.
"Hey, honey," he said as they pecked on the lips.
"Hi, Mark. How'd the trauma go?"
"Time of death, 18:51."
"Ooh. Ick."
"Yeah, I know."
"Listen, I've got to be up in the OR. I'll see you later. Bye." She said as she sauntered off into the what-seemed-to-be-distant hallway. 'She didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye,' he thought.