Being in the profession of helping people, Ryan knew that he shouldn't have loathed the police the way he did, but they were constantly getting in his way whenever they made a visit to the ER with a patient. All they were ever concerned about was evidence—collecting it, preserving it, getting it in the plastic bag and into their hands as soon as possible. They didn't seem to understand that the health of a person was always more important than whether or not they needed to be handcuffed and hauled down to the station. “Those extra minutes probably saved his life,” the dark-haired doctor found himself nodding, impressed by the rapid response time of the ambulance. That was what he liked to see, and he cared very little for the guilt of the boy who had just been wheeled through the doors. “Hopefully they'll go over to Harbor and give us a little more time to work on him,” he laughed wishfully. 

Ryan accepted the report from the EMT, and looked over the notes as the man relayed the situation to him. Again, he was nodding, happy with the way things had been handled. The writing on the chart was clear and precise and Ryan appreciated that. His own signature was worse than the scribblings of a toddler, but the hospital was a busy place, and he didn't always have time to write out his whole name when singing off on something. If it weren't for the legal ramifications, the doctor would have slashed an [i]X[/i] onto every form and left it at that. 

“Good,” he said, scribing his name on each space where it was needed. “You did half of our work for us, so I appreciate that.” At the mention of the drugs, Ryan sighed. “The police are gonna [i]love[/i] that.” It was just another reason for them to be up the ass of staff, getting in the way even more than normal. After he finished signing off, Ryan gave back the appropriate forms and kept the remaining for himself. 

The EMT in front of him looked tired, and that was something they and everyone else at Boston General had in common. “Thanks for your time...” Ryan said, and caught a glimpse of the other man's ID badge, “Travis.” He smiled in return and prepared to head back inside, confident that the nurses and residents had the situation under control. “Have a good night.”