Code Black (2)

“Ha, no.”

Fourteen.

And the dozens of patients who would come in after them.

If they all mixed together and became a cauldron of chaos, the patient who really needed care could get shoved into a corner and die.

Triage.

Classification is life itself.

‘For now, it’d be better if I went out myself.’

I burst out of the resuscitation room and ran out.

Tap-tap-tap.

I sprinted toward the main entrance of the Emergency Medical Center...