![]() ![]() When it was all over I stumbled into this little utility closet, got sick in the sink. "I screamed for another doctor," he continued, his voice hardly more than a whisper. It was several seconds before Isaac gave it a squeeze. Isaac clenched his teeth and looked like he was trying not to cry. It was a bullet, tiny, slow, already gone through a wall, it ricocheted into his abdomen and-" Then-" Isaac's voice cracked and he rolled away from Jack. It looked like he was running with a sharp pencil and tripped and I'd seen that before. Little tiny hole, no exit wound, no one told me it might have been a bullet. Got the kid on the table, nine maybe, nurses cut off his shirt and it wasn't a collapsed lung it was a punctured lung. ![]() Yes, it's bad but survivable if you're quick. I took the collapsed lung, which isn't really that hard. Also, some victims of a drive-by shooting, but we weren't told they were part of the same incident. We got told there was a patient coming in with a collapsed lung, a child. Middle of the night, shithole of an ER, just interns and trainees begging the nurses to tell us what to do. "It was four hours into shift and the senior doctor hadn't shown up, no one could get a hold of him. ![]()
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