The ER Is Not Peaceful Today (1)

When the door opened, a person supporting someone drenched in sweat and a group of others who looked about the same age came into view.

“Aaaagh! Hngh, ughhh...!”

Screams rang through the ER lobby as if the place were being torn apart.

“Patient! Patient! Stay with me! Look at me.”

The nurse at the triage desk who’d been flirting with me sprang up reflexively.

I tossed aside the pulse oximeter I was wearing and ran straight toward the patient.

If he was screaming like that, was this a major trauma?

Femur fracture?

Or a laceration?

At the very least, something had definitely broken or burst...