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'It's A Beautiful Day To Save Lives'

"John Doe. Broadsided by a semi-truck. Blunt-force trauma to the head, chest, and abdomen. Persistent hypotension after two liters of saline. Pulse is thready at 130" EMT said as he rolled me into a trauma room.

'You're not dead. Just breathe.' I said in my head.

"I need four units of blood."

'Scalp lap. Probably multiple fractures. Try and hold still.'

"John Doe. Bad MVA. Had to be extricated. Positive loss of consciousness at the scene."

Feeling one of the residents touch my eyelids, they zoom over their light to check my pupils.

"He's poorly responsive."

"GCS of 10."

"What's your name, sir? Can you hear me?" The lady asked me.

'Yes. Yes, I can hear you. Loss of verbal skills. Possibly bleeding in the brain.'

"His pupils are equal and reactive."

'Good sign. Still should get a C.T.'

"He's got a flat chest on the right. I need a 36 french tube now. Sir, can you tell me your name." The lady ordered.

"He's still hypotensive and tachycardic. Up to two fluid boluses."

Staring up at the ceiling, all I could see was a male standing to my left and a woman with red hair and green eyes to my right. She seemed to be the one in charge.

"He could be bleeding in his chest. Hang two units of blood on the infuser. I need a trauma panel and X-ray and cross him for four. Somebody page surgery again."

'She's smart. I like her.'

"I'm sorry. This is gonna hurt, but we have to do it." She whispered to me before using a scalpel and cutting into my right side before jamming a plastic tube into my lung.

Gasping for air, I could feel my lung rise again.

"That must have hurt. I'm sorry. Can you please tell me your name, I need to contact someone for you." She said again.

But all I could do was stare up at the ceiling. Staring up at the white light above me and muttering nonsense.

"I'm ordering a head C.T. We don't know the extent of his head injury." She said to another guy that came into my room.

'She's right. You don't.'

"Look at the ultrasound. He's bleeding into his belly, we don't have time for a C.T" The guy added after.

'Arrogant. Because she's younger than you and probably because she's a woman.'

"I just think that-"

"We don't have time for a C.T. He needs to go straight to the O.R."

'You have this. Come on. Don't back down.'

"But I don't think we have a handle on-"

"He's GCS hasn't changed since he got here. The C.T can wait."

"C-spine, chest, and pelvis films are up." Said another guy, when suddenly they close my curtains.

"Derek?" I hear Winnie whisper.

'Winnie. You shouldn't be here.'

Reaching down at my hands, I feel her small fingers press against my wrist.

"You're not dead. I know you're not dead. You know how I know?" She asked as her voice started to break.

"...Cause I can feel your pulse, which means your heart is beating...You're not dead, okay?"