Love's diagnosis

Chapter 5

"Are you really eating a banana again? You've been eating them every morning for the past three weeks." Anja asked Chris, as she tied her hair up in a but. He rolled his eyes, throwing the peel in the changing rooms trash bin. 

"Of course, you've got to have the energy necessary to save lives." He replied, stretching as if to say I'm ready for anything. I scoffed. 

"Sounds more like you're getting ready for a freaking marathon rather than saving lives." I said as all of our pagers went off. We ran out of the changing room, rushing towards the ER. The message we'd received was clear. There had been a huge traffic accident and all hands we're on deck. As we arrived at the ER, the screams and chaos seemed almost out of hand. 

"I wish I ate a banana now..." Kai mumbled. Me too, by the looks of it, we've come to a boars pit. 

Our resident, Dr. Reid, came up to us with a sour frown on her face. 

"Alright, Griffiths and Evans go to room three, I want the rest of you in room four." She announced, urging us to move as quick as possible. We all scattered, unsure of the where things were located. We probably looked like a bunch of buffoons running around the place, scratch that, we did look like a bunch of buffoons.

As me, Kai and Lexie reached room four, I could've sworn all of our eyebrows reached our foreheads. In front of us stood a girl, impaled with a large metal tube going in her spine, and out through her stomach. I'd never seen anything as horrific as this. The cheif of surgery, Dr. Conners stood in front of her along with Dr. Harrington and the famous trauma surgeon Dr. Black. She'd worked for the army for years, managing to save an astonishing amount of soldier in the war in Irak. Now she was here, and thank god for it considering this case definitely needed all the experience we could use. She looked back at us as she put gloves on. 

"Alright what do we have here guys?" She spoke, her thick southern accent clear as day. 

"Twenty-eight female, found at the traffic site with a metal pipe impaled into her abdomen, protruding her thoracic spine along with her stomach." One of the nurses spoke. We, the interns, all stood still as we all stood clueless as what to do. We had to do something. 

"Alright, I want a CT scan of her spine before going in, I'm going to need to see how we're pulling this thing out of her." Dr. Harrington spoke, taking off his gloves. Everybody nodded, and Dr. Black turned towards us. 

"Looks like we need all hands on deck, so you it's your lucky day guys. You all get to scrub in." She stated. 

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The surgery had still kept going. Lexie had -of course- decided to stand next to Dr. Harrington in pursuit of her "interest in neurosurgery". I strongly doubt anyone had believed her, but considering no one else argued her for the spot, she was ultimately given the chance to stand next to him during the entire procedure. 

Kai was stood next to Dr. Conners, and I had been placed next to Dr. Black who was with no doubt living up to her reputation. This had certainly not been her first rodeo. She worked with confidence and security, explaining her though process as she worked with the patient. 

It was after the pipe was removed that the real work began. Our attending's began fixing the severe bleeding before moving on with repairing the abdominal structure along with the spines construction. The surgery had somehow become a success. 

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As the ER finally calmed down, the interns we're assigned to post-op. It might've been the first time we weren't complaining about having to take care of Post-op duties, as all of our patients had intensive recovery that would teach us a great deal. I grabbed the folder of the 28-year old female we had performed surgery on today, reading through her information. Miller, Emilia. 28 years old..,

I entered her room to find Dr. Harrington standing next to her. He turned over to look at me, placing his flashlight in his coats pocket. Emilie looked over at me. She had woken up. I smiled her way before walking up to her.