¹ 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝐝.𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

xvi. banana bag²

xvi. banana bag²
2.06

Trauma room one was now Atlas's favourite. Atlas peeks his head into the to trauma room where two poles have a pole impaled through them are being checked on. A paramedic by the name of Jill is outside talking to Doctor. Burke and Doctor. Bailey who are also amazed at the situation. They haven't noticed the highly drunken attending.

"His BP is looking steady at 90 over pal. She's had 2 hypotensive episodes to the low seventies." The paramedic informs the two doctors, Atlas can hear them clearly, even in his state.

"You couldn't get a saw in there?" Burke looks from the paramedic and Doctor. Bailey.

"Not without moving them."

"Which would have been a very bad idea."

Atlas is looking in amazement at the pole people. ( haha, get it, they're people who had been impaled ) The blonde woman — one of the people impaled on the
pole — sees the curiosity and amazement in Atlas eyes.

"Is this the craziest thing you ever seen?" Bonnie asks Atlas.

"M-me?" Atlas points a finger at himself.

"Yes you." The two patients laugh lightly at Atlas, who's dressed in sweats and a baggy hoodie — they were a little concerned that he might not be a doctor, but they wouldn't say anything.

"Yeah. Me too." Bonnie smiles.

Doctor. Burke and Doctor. Bailey walk into the trauma room. Their eyes widen in surprise at Atlas's presence.

"Hi. I'm Doctor. Burke. You shouldn't turn your head. You want to try and move as little as possible." Said Doctor. Burke.

"Oh ok. ... So are you gonna pull this pole out of us anytime soon?"

"Touch uncomfortable." Tom, the male patient adds.

"I'm sorry we can't until we get a better look on what's going on internally. But I assure you we will work as quickly as possible." Burke smiles at the two patients, it's a comforting smile that eases the patients concerns.

"Well, in that case, does anybody have a breath mint?" Bonnie asks the room.

Atlas looks down at the bag swung over his shoulder. He unzips the zipper of his bag slowly, the noise making everyone look towards him. Once the bag is open he furiously digs through it. Atlas smiles in victory and throws his hands up, a small little container of breath mints threatening to fall out of his hand.

"Okay... I'll late those." Bailey says as she take the container out of his hands and places a breath mint in her hand. She goes to hand it to Tom — who she believed it was for.

"Oh no. Not for him. For me." The resident only smiles as she placed the mind on Bonnies tongue.

A few minutes pass and George had been instructed to get images of the patients. He moves them slowly with help as Doctor. Bailey, Atlas and Alex leave the trauma room.

"Alex, cover the E.R. You can do sutures while you get over your new found fear of scalpels." Baileys normally small voice was big and bold as she spoke to Alex Karev, who only walked off with a scoff.

"Ouch Bails. That was mean." Atlas comments, smiling goofily.

Bailey makes a face, "You are drunk. Go, Go get yourself a banana bag IV and put it in your arm and then find me. Do not speak to any more patients. Do not practice any medicine."

"I—uh..."

"Well unless you drank the whole liquor bottle you'll be sober in a few hours. And the IV fluids will head off your hangover. Then you can assist with the many mangled victims you see spread out before you. Besides if I'm not going home, nobody's going home."

Atlas doesn't move, he just blankly stares at the resident in front of him.

"Did you here what I just said? Move, now!" Atlas took off fast.

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Now that Atlas was more sober ( thanks to the banana bag he had gotten ) he was aloud to observe and shadow Bailey and Burke. "What if we don't move the pole? What if we move one of the patients off the pole to get the saw in there? Then we can hold the pole steady in the other one. Move it very slowly and repair the damage as we go." Atlas buts into the conversation.

"Who? Which would you move?" George asks, looking between everyone in the room.

Derek looks over to Atlas sadly. He sees the pain in his eyes and can't help but feel like he's caused it. ( in reality, it's the effect of the alcohol he saw. Now Atlas didn't try to drink lots, but the days he had a drink, he wasted no time in slamming one after another back. )

"With her aortic injuries, her chances of survival are extremely slim no matter what we do. But if we move her, we have a real shot of saving him." Burke tells George, pointing things out on the scans.

"Well I could argue since her injuries are so extensive we should move him. Give her the best shot we can." Derek argues.

"So basically whoever you move doesn't stand a chance?" Everyone glances to Meredith. "So how do you choose? How do you decide who gets to live?"

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Derek and Burke are walking down the hallway talking, Bailey, Meredith and Atlas walking behind them a few feet a way.

"We have to make this call soon if we want our shot of saving either one of them." Burke points out, looking between all the doctors.

"I'd like to examine them before I weigh in."

"I'll wait for your page." Burke walks off.

"Thank you." Derek thanks Burke before he's out of hearing range.

Derek turns around abruptly, Atlas almost bumping into him. Derek opens his mouth to say something, anything that he could think off, but Bailey interrupts, "Uh, Doctor, Lee-Sunny needs to get a blood alcohol test before practicing any medicine."

"W-what? No. I'm totally fine. Look." Atlas whines as he starts putting his arms out and then bringing her finger tips to her nose. The actions amusing everyone around — but Bailey.

"Right, ok." Derek wanders off.

"I'm fine." Atlas says to Bailey, his hand wrapped around the IV pole.

"Regretting that last shooter about now aren't you?" Bailey smirks.

"Oh god yes. Why? Because I have this stupid banana bag. I don't even like bananas!"