"What's taking the doc so long" Jacob joked, trying to ease the suffering mans thoughts, he succeeded in raising a smile.
"My pumpkin escaped before I could transform it" came the sharp retort, echoing in the crumbling ruins.
Jacob rolled his eyes.
" Ah. Dr Keogh. What a pleasure" he shot back somewhat fondly? Probably exasperated.
"What do we have?"
"This is Jimmy Cauler, 42, severe trauma to the upper right arm, trapped under a heavy beam for approx. 50 minutes now, GCS was 12 now 15, pulse is 100/60"
"Right" Dylan knelt down, trying desperately to ignore the increasing beat of his own heart.
"Hello Jimmy, I'm Dr Keogh, your emergency doctor for tody and we will most likely get you out in a bit. Let's titrate 5 of morphine, draw out some ketamine and go from there".
"What ya thinking?" Iain piped up.
"That left arm isn't going to be much use to him now if we can't move this, the blood loss will be fatal and this building sounds like it's going to kill us in a couple of minutes. So, if we all agreed we need to amputate. Dylan reeled off. The nods and lack of argument from his colleagues was somewhat warming,. Snapping gloves on and avoiding the doubts swirling in the back of his mind, failure wasn't an option.
Dylan shut down and became Dr Keogh.