[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmZmZmZmZi5WR2hsSUVKbFoybHVibWx1WncsLC4x/closeness.regular.png[/img] [hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/IH52Tqq.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/1oIMGsI.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vll1wMqsa4][sub]Get high, get lost in paradise This feeling's all we got tonight Baby, I'm a burning man, baby Burning man, baby[/sub][/url] [hr][hr] [/center] [b][i]10:30 AM February 22nd, 2018 Santa Cruz, California, United States of America[/i][/b] Life was normal in the Caduceus Memorial Hospital. Nurses, doctors, lab techs. They were all busy doing their part in the ecosystem of the hospital. Sarah Rossi, the head of the CMH Trauma Department was incredibly busy at work in nationally renowned Caduceus Memorial Trauma Center. Home to some of the best doctors and medical technology in the nation, it wasn't hard to see as to why so many came here to get themselves treated. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Listen, I know you have your own [i]desires[/i] to satisfy, but you can't just keep putting things where they shouldn't be![/b]"[/color] Sarah was looking at some X-Rays that had just come in from the techs. The gentleman that she was treating at this particular moment was very notorious not only in the CMH Trauma Center, but among the entire hospital. As soon as his name popped up on the patient list everyone and their mother knew what exactly he was in for. Everyone called him the "Serial Shover". For those that were new, they were going to catch wind of this patient and his shenanigans very, very soon. [color=f49ac2]"[b]I don't even know how you managed to get a light bulb stuck up there. But you sir, you've gotten yourself in a very delicate situation. It looks to me that we have to contact other departments to get yourself sorted out. There is absolutely no way we can take it out of your body without ruining your insides.[/b]"[/color] [b]"Doctor Rossi, I've been over this many times. You and I both know the drill. It's just practice."[/b] [color=f49ac2]"[b]Practice for wha- you know what?[/b]"[/color] Sarah turned off the x-rays and put them back into the folder that they came in, [color=f49ac2]"[b]I don't want to ever know what it is you're practicing for. I'll call up the surgeons and have you taken up and taken care of, okay?[/b]"[/color] Sarah flashed a smile and walked out of the little booth for the patient, before going up to reception and talking to the nurse that headed the reception table. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Could you do me a favor and find a general surgeon to take care of the gentleman in Room 3B? I'd much appreciate it.[/b]"[/color] Glancing up at the patient list, there was only one more patient left in the emergency room. Since she was free right now, it wouldn't have hurt to go check them out. Grabbing a clipboard and walking into the corresponding booth, she encountered a patient who wasn't really a patient. Just from glancing at them and the clipboard she could already tell that they were faking. Everything presented as normal. But just to be very sure, Sarah had to perform a physical examination. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Hello, I'm Doctor Rossi! You've come in complaining about pain in your chest and abdomen, correct?[/b]"[/color] The patient nodded, quickly clutching their stomach and leaning over. Sarah looked at their EKG and it showed nothing. Sarah sat down on a stool and snapped on a pair of gloves, before closing in taking a closer look. The patient looked very skittish, almost like they were anxious about something, but for whatever reason their EKG wasn't reflecting it. Sarah went through the motions and did a full physical exam. Now was time for the maker-or-breakers. [color=f49ac2]"[b]On a scale from 1-10, 1 being nothing 10 being the worse thing you've ever felt[/b]"[/color] "[b]10[/b]" ...okay. Pain was subjective but with their demeanor and all of the vitals, it really wasn't adding up. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Okay in that case, I think I'll just prescribe you with some corticosteroids and see how you feel after a few days.[/b]"[/color] "[b]No, no. I've had that. It doesn't work. I need oxycodone.[/b]" Bingo. This was clearly someone looking to get their fix. But at the same time, the pain they were feeling was definitely real. Problem was, she didn't want to feed into their drug addiction. Pulling the prescription pad out, she figured out a solution. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Okay. I think I'll prescribe you a little stronger version of ibuprofen instead, and refer you to Dr. Lopez.[/b]"[/color] Dr. Hector Lopez was one of the hospital's psychiatrists. Sarah tore out the prescription and handed it to the patient, before smiling and standing up. [color=f49ac2]"[b]We're all set! Have a good day.[/b]"[/color] Sarah walked out of the booth and walked out to a completely vacant emergency room. She shuffled over to the receptionist, the news quietly chattering behind them as she chatted her up. [color=f49ac2]"[b]Serial Shover strikes again.[/b]"[/color] She laughed, before another nurse came up and joined the conversation, "[b]I heard! We've had a pretty chill day today, haven't we? Nothing big![/b]" Sarah and the receptionists all stopped and looked at the clearly green nurse. What had she done?! You [b][i]NEVER[/i][/b] talk about a chill day. It was like mentioning a perfect game in baseball. It was a well known jinx and now this nurse had just about ruined everyone's day. The doctors, the nurses, and the inevitable patients. Suddenly, the news had chirped up with the [b]BREAKING NEWS[/b]. The receptionist turned the TV louder to see what was happening. [i]"This just in, a very severe multi-car pileup has just occurred on Highway 5. We now tune to our eyes in the sky. Jim?" "Thanks, Bob! From what I'm seeing from up here, it looks like thirty cars at least! Obviously many emergency vehicles are going in and out but with all the traffic it's difficult for them to get out! The entire highway has been clogged for miles and miles back. I think it's the deceivingly damp road causing this, Bob![/i] [color=f49ac2]"[b]Well now look at what you've done![/b]"[/color] Sarah snarked the nurse, before turning to the receptionist. [color=f49ac2]"[b]We're gonna need a couple teams to go out there and help out. Set up triage and whatnot.[/b]"[/color] Sarah pulled out her phone and accessed the Emergency Coordination app that the hospital used. Within a few presses of a button, a text was gonna be sent to every available doctor to assist with the situation that had just unfolded. Soon, the mass text was sent out. [b]ALL HANDS ON DECK IN THE TRAUMA ROOM. TRIAGE TEAMS: TEAM 1: IVANOV, ALANAELI, KIM, ARCHER [...][/b] Those were not listed in the triage teams list were meant to stay behind. Sarah grabbed her yellow emergency garb and put it on, running outside to greet the incoming ambulances. They were coming, for sure. [color=f49ac2]"[b]It's go-time.[/b]"[/color] She muttered to herself.