CHAPTER 2
The first few hours passed by quick for Dr. Gordo Jade. He moved from case to
case with relative ease trying to catch up on the cases. The good thing was most
of the cases who were waiting in chairs were simple cases, just "treat and
street"s as Gordo's compatriots called it. The occasional trauma happened, one
Traffic Accident, nothing severe though, he wasn't even called to do anything.
Able to take a short break he grabbed a coffee and sat in the nurses station.
The female nurses now knowing who he was found it somewhat easier to talk to,
although he was still an enigma to them. Out of the nurses talking about him
Abby decided to make contact with him. "Hey."
"Hi." He looked up from his coffee.
"So...I heard from Carter that you were former military?"
"Yep." The nurses listened to what Gordo was saying.
"What was it like? Were you in combat or..."
"Yeah I was a combat medic during the Bosnia thing...being a combat medic is a
strange thing. It's so contradictory to the oath that doctors take, you have save
lives, but to save those lives you must take others. There are times when just
to get to wounded soldier I had to shoot at people and kill. I can still
remember the gun fire and the explosions, the stuff you see int he war films,
but what you do not ever hear is the one most haunting sound."
"What's that?" Chuny cut in.
"The screams of soldiers. I can still hear them screaming 'Help me Gordo, don't
let me die' usually there was nothing that could be done. Or 'Medic!' was common
one."
"Why did you stay in the army?"
"I really don't know, it was what I had known, so I stayed. I'll tell you, those
landmines cause pretty bad damage. I was also i Afghanistan for a short period of
time. Had to go and fight terrorism, got purple heart in that one."
"Where you hit?"
"Guy threw a grenade at us. Shrapnel hit me in the side. They got me patched out
and into a Army Surgical Hospital, yes the more modern version of a MASH unit.
Yes I was in Korea, no I was not in the area M*A*S*H supposedly was." He paused
"I know your next question will be why did I leave and the answer is I had to
leave due to a medical condition...diabetes."
"Diabetes? Your drinking coffee..." Abby said.
"Its black, drank it this way before I was diagnosed, keeps you awake."
"So who is this that the ladies flock around, we get some movie star or
something?" Dr. Romano said entering the nurse's station.
"No just an old army surgeon, Dr. Gordo Jade, ER Attending and you would be?"
Gordo said.
"I'm Dr. Robert Romano, Chief of Staff. Army huh? You go and work in MASH
units?"
"What are you doing down here in the patch 'em center?" Jade said quickly
changing the subject.
"Looking for Kerry Weaver."
"It think she's in curtains right now, I'd look but I have work to do." Gordo
stood up and stretched. Romano nodded his head and walked off toward curtains.
Gordo shook his head "That guy seems irritating."
"Wait until you've worked here for a long time, you grow to hate him." Gordo
gently laughed and said goodbye and picked up another chart and went off
continuing his work.
The first few hours passed by quick for Dr. Gordo Jade. He moved from case to
case with relative ease trying to catch up on the cases. The good thing was most
of the cases who were waiting in chairs were simple cases, just "treat and
street"s as Gordo's compatriots called it. The occasional trauma happened, one
Traffic Accident, nothing severe though, he wasn't even called to do anything.
Able to take a short break he grabbed a coffee and sat in the nurses station.
The female nurses now knowing who he was found it somewhat easier to talk to,
although he was still an enigma to them. Out of the nurses talking about him
Abby decided to make contact with him. "Hey."
"Hi." He looked up from his coffee.
"So...I heard from Carter that you were former military?"
"Yep." The nurses listened to what Gordo was saying.
"What was it like? Were you in combat or..."
"Yeah I was a combat medic during the Bosnia thing...being a combat medic is a
strange thing. It's so contradictory to the oath that doctors take, you have save
lives, but to save those lives you must take others. There are times when just
to get to wounded soldier I had to shoot at people and kill. I can still
remember the gun fire and the explosions, the stuff you see int he war films,
but what you do not ever hear is the one most haunting sound."
"What's that?" Chuny cut in.
"The screams of soldiers. I can still hear them screaming 'Help me Gordo, don't
let me die' usually there was nothing that could be done. Or 'Medic!' was common
one."
"Why did you stay in the army?"
"I really don't know, it was what I had known, so I stayed. I'll tell you, those
landmines cause pretty bad damage. I was also i Afghanistan for a short period of
time. Had to go and fight terrorism, got purple heart in that one."
"Where you hit?"
"Guy threw a grenade at us. Shrapnel hit me in the side. They got me patched out
and into a Army Surgical Hospital, yes the more modern version of a MASH unit.
Yes I was in Korea, no I was not in the area M*A*S*H supposedly was." He paused
"I know your next question will be why did I leave and the answer is I had to
leave due to a medical condition...diabetes."
"Diabetes? Your drinking coffee..." Abby said.
"Its black, drank it this way before I was diagnosed, keeps you awake."
"So who is this that the ladies flock around, we get some movie star or
something?" Dr. Romano said entering the nurse's station.
"No just an old army surgeon, Dr. Gordo Jade, ER Attending and you would be?"
Gordo said.
"I'm Dr. Robert Romano, Chief of Staff. Army huh? You go and work in MASH
units?"
"What are you doing down here in the patch 'em center?" Jade said quickly
changing the subject.
"Looking for Kerry Weaver."
"It think she's in curtains right now, I'd look but I have work to do." Gordo
stood up and stretched. Romano nodded his head and walked off toward curtains.
Gordo shook his head "That guy seems irritating."
"Wait until you've worked here for a long time, you grow to hate him." Gordo
gently laughed and said goodbye and picked up another chart and went off
continuing his work.