The ER was chaos. There had been a fire at a department store and there were many causalities, some bad, some not so bad and a whole lot of people.
'This is a five-hundred pound coat and you didn't buy it!'
'Yes I did you snotty cow now give it here!'
The sales assistant and the woman began to tussle.
'Frank sort that!' shouted Carter as he tried to sort the sudden influx of patients.
'Not my job call security,' said Frank, scoffing a doughnut.
'Carter, he's crashing!' shouted Susan, down the hall.
'Dammit!' muttered Carter, dashing back down the corridor.
In the chaos no one noticed a man, with a suitcase and slightly dishevelled suit, walk around the metal detectors and over to the front desk.
'Where is my wife?' he asked, evenly.
Frank didn't even look up.
'Look around pal, she's probably here somewhere. Part of the department store fire?' he asked, stuffing more doughnut.
'No, no, she came in earlier.'
The man eyed his surroundings warily.
'To…have an operation,' he continued.
'You want upstairs. OR forth floor-go ask them!'
The man nodded and disappeared back into the crowd.