AN: hey, you all know I don't own these characters. If I did, why would I be posting this
here. I should probably but a disclaimer on all my fics, but can we just say that I don't
own them here and let that be all? Don't sue me, I have no money...ok, I have some, but
my parents would kill me. So just don't.
Also, I'm 15, I am no medical genius. I have very little medical knowledge, in fact. So bear with me. Oh, and the song is Everclear, "wonderful". My new favorite song. Ok, here goes...oh yeah, and copyright 2001, it's all mine, though fairly reminiscent of one ER episode...remember Robbie and Julia?
"We've got an MVA coming in! Semi vs. minivan. 3 majors 2 minors, ETA 2 minutes!"
The ER staff at Cook County General snapped into action. They grabbed gloves and ran to the ambulance bay. Some made a futile attempt to shield themselves from the cold Chicago wind with their thin white lab coats. The three ambulances pulled up and the EMTs threw open the doors.
"Male, 36. multiple lacerations to the face and abdomen. Left femeral artery and achilles tendon severed. Started a line in the field. Gave 1 amp of epi. Pulse is weak, BP 100 over 70."
"I got it!" Carter screamed. "What's open?"
"Go to trauma 1!"
"Trauma one it is! Let's move! Abby, you're with me." Abby and Carter wheeled him into the trauma room, Chuni following close behind. "On my count..1..2..3!" they moved the young man to the bed gently. "Get him on a moniter! Good breath sounds bilaterally. pupils.." Carter stopped shouting to hold up his little pen light. "Equal and reactive! Superficial face lacs from flying debris. Let's get this leg sewed up so we can stabilize him! How many units out?"
Chuni held up the plastic container that was slowly filling with blood. Carter saw and said, "Looks ok, call the blood bank and get 2 units Oneg. Type and cross for four, just to be safe." Carter looked at Abby who was finishing up the leg. She tied off the femeral artery until they could get him up to surgery. She nodded and Carter resumed his yelling. "Page the OR, let's get him up there!"
Chuni grabbed the phone and dialed as Carter and Abby wheeled the man into the elevator. As she was pressing the button, Abby noticed that the white sheets were staining. "Carter, he's bleeding out!" She held up the plastic container which could no longer hold all of the blood flowing from his body.
"Let's go, back to trauma 1! No time to go up. Chuni, tell the OR we're not coming yet! We need to re-stabilize him! BP's back down to...damn, down to 90 over 66. Pulse weak and threading. Get 1 unit O2 and bag him. We need to intubate! Good breath sounds on the left. No breath sounds on the right! His lung collapsed! We need to crack his chest. Rib spreader! Is the blood here yet?" Chuni nodded. "How many units in?"
"2 in on the rapid infuser!" Abby answered.
"Get one more in!"
"He's losing blood faster than we can give it to him!"
"He's not getting enough air! Pulse ox 50% on 100% O2. Get him on a ventilator!"
"He's in V-fib!"
"Get the paddles! Charge to 100!" Abby yelled.
"Charged!"
But before Abby could yell clear, the almost steady beep of the moniter turned to a high pitched whine. "Asystole!" Abby yelled.
They stood, looking at the patient. "Sh*t! I'm calling it. Time of death 22:15!" Carter pulled off his gloves and grabbed a fresh pair to do the death kit. "Abby, can you hand me a death kit?" Abby stood, still staring. She made no move towards the shelves. "ABBY! A death kit, please!" She stared for a second more, then ran to the shelf and grabbed a death kit. Shaking, she handed it to Carter. "I think I'd better take care of this one." Carter said. "Go get a cup of coffee, Abby. Go...rest. In the lounge." She looked at him for a moment and then turned and walked without question to the lounge.
Also, I'm 15, I am no medical genius. I have very little medical knowledge, in fact. So bear with me. Oh, and the song is Everclear, "wonderful". My new favorite song. Ok, here goes...oh yeah, and copyright 2001, it's all mine, though fairly reminiscent of one ER episode...remember Robbie and Julia?
"We've got an MVA coming in! Semi vs. minivan. 3 majors 2 minors, ETA 2 minutes!"
The ER staff at Cook County General snapped into action. They grabbed gloves and ran to the ambulance bay. Some made a futile attempt to shield themselves from the cold Chicago wind with their thin white lab coats. The three ambulances pulled up and the EMTs threw open the doors.
"Male, 36. multiple lacerations to the face and abdomen. Left femeral artery and achilles tendon severed. Started a line in the field. Gave 1 amp of epi. Pulse is weak, BP 100 over 70."
"I got it!" Carter screamed. "What's open?"
"Go to trauma 1!"
"Trauma one it is! Let's move! Abby, you're with me." Abby and Carter wheeled him into the trauma room, Chuni following close behind. "On my count..1..2..3!" they moved the young man to the bed gently. "Get him on a moniter! Good breath sounds bilaterally. pupils.." Carter stopped shouting to hold up his little pen light. "Equal and reactive! Superficial face lacs from flying debris. Let's get this leg sewed up so we can stabilize him! How many units out?"
Chuni held up the plastic container that was slowly filling with blood. Carter saw and said, "Looks ok, call the blood bank and get 2 units Oneg. Type and cross for four, just to be safe." Carter looked at Abby who was finishing up the leg. She tied off the femeral artery until they could get him up to surgery. She nodded and Carter resumed his yelling. "Page the OR, let's get him up there!"
Chuni grabbed the phone and dialed as Carter and Abby wheeled the man into the elevator. As she was pressing the button, Abby noticed that the white sheets were staining. "Carter, he's bleeding out!" She held up the plastic container which could no longer hold all of the blood flowing from his body.
"Let's go, back to trauma 1! No time to go up. Chuni, tell the OR we're not coming yet! We need to re-stabilize him! BP's back down to...damn, down to 90 over 66. Pulse weak and threading. Get 1 unit O2 and bag him. We need to intubate! Good breath sounds on the left. No breath sounds on the right! His lung collapsed! We need to crack his chest. Rib spreader! Is the blood here yet?" Chuni nodded. "How many units in?"
"2 in on the rapid infuser!" Abby answered.
"Get one more in!"
"He's losing blood faster than we can give it to him!"
"He's not getting enough air! Pulse ox 50% on 100% O2. Get him on a ventilator!"
"He's in V-fib!"
"Get the paddles! Charge to 100!" Abby yelled.
"Charged!"
But before Abby could yell clear, the almost steady beep of the moniter turned to a high pitched whine. "Asystole!" Abby yelled.
They stood, looking at the patient. "Sh*t! I'm calling it. Time of death 22:15!" Carter pulled off his gloves and grabbed a fresh pair to do the death kit. "Abby, can you hand me a death kit?" Abby stood, still staring. She made no move towards the shelves. "ABBY! A death kit, please!" She stared for a second more, then ran to the shelf and grabbed a death kit. Shaking, she handed it to Carter. "I think I'd better take care of this one." Carter said. "Go get a cup of coffee, Abby. Go...rest. In the lounge." She looked at him for a moment and then turned and walked without question to the lounge.