Chapter 4 – Yellow Trauma Room
The moveable bright lights hanging from the ceiling are blinding. I whip off the breathing mask; it is annoying and uncomfortable, the elastic bit digging in to my cheekbones. I feel my body being levered up against the gurney to sit upright by the nurse and the doctor. The nurse is trying to dress me with a surgical gown while the doctor is on the phone; I overhear her talking to the x-ray department that we are due to go up in 15-20 minutes. I glanced at the nurse's badge to see what her name is, Haley… oh no its Haleh, I double looked to correct myself.
I now have a good view of; I presume that I am in one of the trauma rooms, my eyes raced round to study the contents of the place. The walls have been painted in a revolting mustard yellow color. Maybe the rooms are color coded, so I must be tagged yellow! The floor is yellow, black and white tiled in a weaving pattern. To my left there is double doors leading to another trauma room, a nurse bursts through, she heads to the frosted glass cupboards on my right side, getting out some meds and equipment and I watch her go back through those doors. I see the ER staff trying to revive someone; I can hear the heart monitor giving out lethal rhythms and the defibrillator jolting.
I can see a large clock above the doors ahead of me. Then I carry on watching everyone doing his or her thing. Suddenly dawned on me what I was looking at ahead and totally miss it, the clock. I swing my head to look at it again it is now 12 o'clock! Gosh how long have I been out? Oh no my interview's in an hour. I need to tell someone soon. The nurse finished covering me; she puts my clothes in to a bag and places it with my holdall that is resting between my ankles. She then lowers me down carefully. I try to catch the doctor's attention.
"Excuse me Doctor, I was wonder if someone can pass a message on for me please" I asked. She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. She grabs a pen from her breast pocket and she nods with an 'Mmm hmm' sound coming from her mouth, looking at me waiting for me to speak.
"Can you let Doctor Lewis know that is it unlikely that I am going to make it to my interview on time"
"Interview? Are you a candidate?" She asked frowning with her lips curled. I nodded back at her. "Doctor Lewis is around" She looks up to ask the nurse if she could find the Chief of ER. The brunette sits herself down and pulls the stool from beneath herself and shuffled near me. She looks at her watch and carries on filling the paper work, doing the assessment.
"Are you applying for the resident position here?" Doctor Lockhart asked, biting the end of her pen.
"No I applying for internship here, I've just qualified" I slowly close my eyes to relax; the meds they have given me are making me drowsy. I wake up again and started to laugh, I don't know if I was high or my humor tickled me from my thoughts. Doctor Lockhart sits up from her paperwork and half smiled, looking at me, wondering what I found so amusing. I told her that I couldn't believe I manage to get myself in this position, and I will never forget if I ever get the job here, god! What a start for me!
"Well at least you have a sense of humor, you see the funny side of the things," A female voice approaching to my right side, letting out a chuckle. I turn to look who it is; it's the blonde doctor I saw earlier, in the waiting room. Anyway where the hell is the chief of ER? I thought he or she would pay me a visit by now.
"Hi I'm Doctor Lewis" The blonde introducing herself, she reaches her arm out for Doctor Lockhart's clip chart and browses through it. My jaw dropped to the floor, she doesn't look very old, mid-thirties and she looks a bit too gentle to be a chief, then again looks can be deceiving, she could be a battle-axe. I would have thought the screeching red head with crutch would have the position; then again she could be higher.
"Don't worry I will reschedule your appointment" says the blonde doctor gracefully nodding, resting her hand on my arm, giving a gentle squeeze, trying to give me reassurance. I said to her it was typical, why does it always happen to me, things go wrong especially it's an important day, the day that I hope to start my successful career. She asked me if anyone had wish me luck, I answered yes and then she quoted to me.
"I've heard the saying, go and break a leg" She lets out a prominent wide grin, showing her white perfected teeth.
"Well in my case yes!" We both laugh and I thought, I don't think she is a battle-axe, from her humor and mannerism. Then again, I probably won't get the job now because she will think I am a clumsy clot and half of the ER staff probably be laughing behind my back if they find out who I was!
A tall brooding dark haired male doctor pops his head round the door, asking to see Doctor Lewis, the voice has a face to it now, I heard that accent when I was trying to come round earlier. Now that is one hell of a gorgeous doctor! Why can't he use his bedside manners on me? Well we can't be choosy can we; mind you Doctor Lockhart is very pleasant, I'm sure she will look after me… Anyway I spend the next few minutes with my eyes fixated on Doctor 'Dish', I watch him talk to Doctor Lewis and notice him, a few times, taking glances at me. So I don't know whether he finds me attractive Way-hey! Or they're just talking about me. He walks towards me and puts his big manly hands on my good shoulder and gives me a gentle squeeze telling me that they will fix me up in no time. With my head all fuzzy from the meds, it took a few seconds to register what he had said. I thought he said that they were going to fix me up with him! Oh damn!
I felt Doctor Lockhart stamp her foot against the metal to release the brake of the gurney. She then pushes me along, with her free hand is up above carrying my IV bag and Haleh, who is on my right side, her hand on gripping on the rail, carrying a few medical supplies under her other arm. I feel a little fragile at this minute; a cursing of words came of my mouth when I felt a little impact when the gurney hits the door.
I am travelling through the brightly lit emergency room, all I can see is the white ceiling tiles and rectangle shaped flat lighting. Looking at them one after another. I can hear various noises like the telephone shrilling its ring continuously, people shouting, clattering of instruments and so on. The place is bustling with people. The gurney comes to a halt for a minute then I am wheeled in to a close confide space, the elevator. I see her frowning with concentrating positioning me, she smiled at me when she notices I was watching her, I had choice to look at her or the ceiling. She then turns to press the button. I watch the door slowly close together…