Emergency Patient

Standing at the edge of the O.R counter, hands covered with blood, CR pulled off a glove and turned the knob on the sink. Pulling off the other glove, he rinsed his hands of the red liquid and disposed of the gloves in the specialized waste bin.

CR had just finished up a fairly standard procedure for the day, and was getting ready to leave the O.R. He flicked the water off his hands and shut the water off again, drying off his hands.
Not taking a moment to ponder, he made his way out of the O.R and into the hospital hall, hearing the nurses ramble about an emergency that took place downtown.

"How critical was the man's condition?"

"Were there multiple patients?"

"No, just the one."

"When will the paramedics be coming in?"

The topic changed slightly as they noticed his exit.
"Oh, it's the surgeon!"

"But he just finished, he wouldn't take another?"

CR had a feeling that, ready or not, he probably would be taking the patient. He was, after all, now a free emergency trauma surgeon.

Cutting into the nurse's conversation, he asked about the patient. "An emergency patient is being brought in, right?"

The nurse looked at the man, a little surprised he actually cut in. "Yes, a fight broke out downtown, and a patient is supposed to be transported here. I'm just wondering which surgeon will take him."

"I'll take him." the doctor said calmly. He wasn't actually looking forward to this too much, having just finished another operation, but he still needed the years off. One more patient couldn't hurt.

"Huh? But doctor, you just came out of-"
He cut her off, "I know. I'll take him in anyway." he said, mentally preparing himself for another (hopefully) quick procedure.

At that moment, Maria rushed down the hall, calling out orders to a paramedic behind her who was wheeling the patient in. She quickly looked over to CR and instantly ran to him. "Oh thank god, hey! Can you take this patient? It's not that bad, but he does need it now." she asked.

The red-eyed doctor nodded. "I was already planning on it. What's his condition?"

"Well.. From the fight, he's just been beat up a bit, but it's gotten a little rough. Bruises are forming, but the most critical part is that the bastard's got fractured ribs, and they probably jutted into his lung. That's our guess, anyway.." She cleared her throat before continuing, "Other than that, he's got a couple rips around the area and his arms, lacerations. I've stopped the bleeding temporarily but a few of the wounds'll probably need stitching."

Her look changed to a more concerned one. "Didn't you just finish a surgery? You sure you can take him?" she said, remembering that he had had a scheduled surgery today. He was probably just on his way out.

"No, it's alright. Fairly standard, I'm alright for another. Now, do you have his charts?" he said, suddenly having a clipboard shoved into his chest. "Here. Look it over fast, because they're coming in." she said as the paramedics wheeled in closer, the doctors following beside.

The man on the gurney certainly had evidence of being in a fight. A large bruise was forming on his face, and his chest was covered in bandaged wounds. He was already unconscious, probably from having being knocked around. As for his defining features, he had a peculiar shade of white hair, almost tinged blue. Aside from the bruise, his face was very well-chiselled, feminine even. If CR had not seen his chest, he probably would have taken the young man for a woman.

Directing his attention back to the papers, the doctor looked over it, but barely got any information of use. "Maria, almost everything is missing here," he complained. "All I have is his first name, that's it. Where's the rest?"

"I don't know, you idiot! It came like that!" Maria scowled. "The guy's got no medical record! Now shut up and get in there, he's not going to fix his own ribs, you know! I'll be assisting you to make sure you don't screw up, alright?"

"Of course." he said. "I'm here to save lives, I'm not walking off on this patient."

A nurse directed them to the O.R they would be using. "Thanks," Maria quickly pulled the patient in, CR following not far behind.

Once in the O.R, the two prepped themselves for another procedure. Other nurses were getting the room sterilized and the table and tools ready. "So, the patient's name is Julian. He's already unconscious, but have him under anaesthesia. We don't want him waking up to his ribcage open." Maria snickered. "Was that a funny? I think you made a funny."

Ignoring her, CR continued on. "It'll be a fairly quick procedure, aside from the punctured lung." He looked over the rest of the sheets. "There's hardly any information about him to go on, so we'll have to be careful. We don't want to trigger any harmful reactions from him.." He wasn't too satisfied with the information given. "Maria, you're sure this is all?"

Maria just groaned. "Yes, it is! We'll get whatever we can after he wakes up, okay? Now stop whining about it and cure the damn man already!"

CR nodded to her, pulling on a fresh set of latex gloves. "Yeah.. Alright. Let's begin the operation."