StorytellERdoc's frightening account of the emergency room aftermath from a high-speed automotive accident:
Our eyes met. I walked up to the head of the bed as the nurses began obtaining new vital signs and my ER resident and the trauma doctor began their exams. "Hey, buddy," I said, bending down and talking calmly into his ear, "everybody in this room is going to be working hard to help you with your injuries. You are going to be getting poked and prodded and asked a million and one questions, but you have to bear with us. Okay?" He nodded at my words. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke, his voice soft, quiet, disheartened.
"Can somebody call my mom and dad and let them know where I am and what happened?"
