I get up from the computer at the nurses' station after filing a long note on the last patient I just discharged.
We're busy, as usual, but we have a couple of open beds. The MI I had has been sent up to cath lab and is no longer my responsibility, the asthma attack patient seems to be doing pretty well now, and my 48 year old weekend warrior tackle football player is just waiting on the orthopedic surgeon to show up and chastise him for leading shoulder first into his tackles.
I take advantage of this rare chance to get up and stretch my legs and go for a quick stroll out to ambulance reception. I see 2 crews waiting to enter the psych ER and one crew checking in with the triage nurse. The triage nurse looks annoyed, but is nevertheless typing up the EMS crew's report. I walk over to see if this is possibly heading my way.
As I approach I see that both of these 'patients' are in uniform. My interest is sparked immediately. I stand nearby and overhear the report. They're just finishing up. The triage nurse has the patients take seats in some chairs against the wall until she 'can find a place for them'. A young (probably not a day over 18 years old) man in dark slacks and a white polo shirt approaches these patients and starts getting their vital signs. The kids obviously an EMT student. If it wasn't the cliche uniform he's wearing, it was a large Shiloh County CC EMT Program patch on his chest that gave him away.
I approach the nurse and inquire about what's going on. She fills me in.
'Where are you going to put them?' I ask.
'East is full, and so is North.' she replies as she looks at the computer, 'looks like South is the only thing open. 11 & 12'.
'Perfect' I reply. Those are my rooms I think to myself as I start to walk back.
The EMT student gets all the vitals, and hands them to the nurse.
'Take them both up to South. Ms Hawke is going to 11' she points out Hawke to the EMT student, ' ...and Ms Breslin is going to 12.'
The two are escorted back into their appropriate rooms. After I give the nurse a few seconds to get started on getting her new patient situated, I walk in to 11, figuring this should be the fastest one to see.
I knock on the doorway before pulling the curtain back and entering the room.
'Ms Hawke', I say as I enter the room.
I enter the room.
'Good evening, I'm Dr. Chris Grant.' I say as I close the curtain behind me. I stand back a little bit to give the nurse room to work.
Hawke is sitting on the side of the stretcher. Perhaps a little annoyed that she has to be here, but I can't tell for sure. The patient's nurse is having her take her uniform shirt and vest off, stripping her down to her undershirt.
'So what brings you in to see us today?' I ask.
I hear about the officer involved shooting.
'Oh no.' I say in amazement. 'Any pain or injuries?' I ask
I take a quick one-over look and see that she has no obvious injuries or bleeding. I pull out my stethoscope from my coat pocket.
'I'm just going to listen to your heart and lungs, is that okay?' I ask. I move in to listen and ask:
'So how are you feeling right now?'