An orderly poked her head into the room just as John finished bandaging the wrist of a lanky teenage. "Try not to fall out of any more trees, yeah?" he suggested with a grin. He was on his residency, which meant he got passed around from department to department.
Tonight's was the ER- and since they were short a few staff members, he'd assumed the mantle of honorary doctor for the night - not that John minded. He got more experience like this, anyway.
Once the boy had gone back to his waiting father, John turned to the orderly who waited for him. "Anyone next?" he asked, washing his hands.
She glanced down at the file she held. "Yes, actually, there's a young man here for an OD. Cocaine, I believe." She left, and John sighed. The junkies were always hard - beyond simply stabilizing them, there was little doctors could actually do to help them.
Just then, there came frantic shouting from the waiting room, and a gurney was quickly wheeled out, to appear a moment later pushed at a run towards the operating theatre. There was blood everywhere, and John could see a long black-clad body amidst it all before the gurney rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
When John went to gather his OD patient, he learned that apparently, while the young man waited, he'd gotten into an argument with another man there, which had ended when the other man pulled a knife on him, leaving John to wonder whether blood loss or blood poisoning would kill him first.
The next day, John was transferred to the pædiatrics wing of the hospital, and all thoughts of the knife-fight-junkie disappeared from his mind.