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[center][i]CODE TRIAGE EXTERNAL - PREPARE FOR CASUALTIES - ALL AVAILABLE STAFF REPORT TO TRAUMA BAY[/i][/center]


Dr. Tiffany Archer was roused from her sleep as her phone blared. The annoying, but ominous alarm echoed throughout her empty office. The young Chief of Staff had fallen asleep on a stack of papers that she was supposed to get signed off and delivered to her secretary by the end of the day. But apparently, the hospital had different priorities for her at this moment. Whatever had happened was severe enough to trigger the alarm on her phone, and she was at the highest position a doctor could have at this hospital. She rubbed the bridge of her nose before pushing herself off of her mahogany desk. 

She was lucky she had scrubs on. It would've saved herself some extra time. Glancing down at her phone once again, she saw that she was picked to be on one of the external triage teams. Wonderful. A change of scenery was great for her. Looking at the coat rack in the corner of her office, she snagged her hospital jacket and made her way down to the trauma bay. Hopefully there was an ambulance for them right when she got there. She didn't feel like waiting around, especially in a situation like this where it was essentially all hands on deck.

Taking a walk, she headed into an elevator and was going down to the floor the trauma bay. Taking a quick moment to observe her environment, the sea of eager looking nurses and doctors had basically told Tiffany that every single person in this elevator had the same idea. Now would be a great time to get an idea of what exactly had happened just. She nudged the nurse right next to her and leaned over to her.

[color=fff79a][b]"Hey, do you know what just happened? I just got called after some rest and I have no idea what's happened."[/b][/color]

[b]"Oh, I think it's a really big car accident. Over forty cars involved, I think. All of  the hospitals in the area are being filled with patients."[/b]

Tiffany nodded and thanked the nurse for being so informative and helpful, even to a Chief of Staff that was supposed to know what was going on in the hospital. Once the elevator arrived, everyone in there poured out and made their way to the trauma center. Watching patients rolling in past her, the severity of the situation hit her like a punch in the gut. Luckily for her, the rest of her team had arrived just as she did, which was great. Slipping on her jacket, she pinned her ID on the outside and grabbed the triage bag which had been conveniently set up by some extra staff.

[color=fff79a][b]"Come on, people. Let's get moving! There's a ambulance outside waiting for us."[/b][/color]

Walking outside, there was an ambulance waiting for their particular triage team. The paramedic in the ambulance had urged them to get inside quickly so that they could start treatment sooner. Once everyone was inside, the ambulance took off like a bat out of hell. Tiffany had her hands folded on top of her triage bag, looking outside the little window just to see how fast they were going. The more she saw, the more she understood the severity of this event. Seeing all of the cars pulled over to the side made her feel like she was Moses, parting the red sea as they made their way to the scene.

[right][i]A few minutes later...[/i][/right]

Stopping in a diner parking lot, the paramedic sitting closest to the door opened it and revealed a scene that was pure, organized chaos. Firefighters, policemen, paramedics, and even other doctors and nurses were all running around trying to treat patients. Some doctors would be going off to the treatment areas to treat those with higher priorities, some would stay in the triage area and assess patients instead. Treatment was not up Tiffany's alley as she was a doctor, so she would be coming to assess patients and place tags on them as necessary. 

Getting settled in, Tiffany got set to start triaging. She walked up to a patient on the ground. It was an older male, probably late 50s early 60s, in fairly good shape. However, just by looking at him, she could tell he was at LEAST a red tag. Kneeling down, she took out her stethoscope and began examining the patient. With her examination, she was quickly determining that he wasn't going to make it. He looked whiter than snow, and he was cold to the touch. Taking her tag, she tore off the green, yellow, and red sections before scribbling in his vitals. Placing it on the patient, she took one last look at him before moving on. Hopefully he was able to go peacefully.

The next patient, looked like they were in better shape. Hopefully she was able to designate this person a green tag. A female, late teens, looked like to be in perfectly good shape as well. Taking her assessment yet again, everything about her seemed perfect, save for a few scratches and cuts here and there. She was going to be fine. This was a green tag. She grabbed a tag from her triage bag and scribbled her vitals on there, before handing the green tag to her. Thank goodness she was okay.

Getting up, Tiffany took a look around and realized that she, Eugene, Saleh, and Xander were going to have their hands full for quite a while.