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N: Doctor Greene? Doctor Greene? Mark!
D: What is it?
N: Can I give Mrs. Williston more Demerol? …she is complaining of pain.
D: 50 milligrams, I.M.
N: Thanks, Mark.
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N: Dr. Greene!
D: What is it?
N: 6:30, Dr. Greene.
N1: Take him to 1. Down to the end, on the right. Last door on the right.
N2: What's your name, sir?
P: It's Wilson.
N2: What is your address? Mr. Wilson?
PM: Get it later.
D1: OK, people. Let's go. Let's bring him in. And on my count. On three. One, two......three! How you doing, sir? Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Sorry about the suit. So is it just your hand? Now let's have a look. Light? Light! Let's move. Have nice, pleasant thoughts. Everything will be fine, sir. Let's have a CBC......type and cross-match. We got a pre-op here. Notify the O.R., get us a room. Call Vascular and call Orthopedic. Tell them to come down in now. This is their lucky day. Mr. Wilson, your hand is still attached, not by much, but it's gonna be ok.
D1: Mrs. Willis in 4 needs a CBC. The man in 5 is a rule-out MI waiting for cardiac enzymes and another 12 units. Dr. Ross is in 3, sleeping it off. Why don't you wake up him and get him out of there. I need a uric acid—You know what's this is all about?
D2: Building collapsed in the loop. They're sending us a dozen hot ones.
D1: Yeah, well, who's on?
D2: Just us.
D1: OK, forget all that. Call Susan Lewis. Call the 7th and 8th floor. Tell them we need anybody they can spare. Why don’t you do that now?
D3: OK.
N1: Take him to Trauma Room 2.
N2: What's your name, sir? Can you tell me your name?
N1: Next to 3. That way.
P: Which way?
N1: That way!
D4: Ah..a.aa.
< building collapsed during construction.>
N: Any estimate on the injuries? How long before they arrive?
<-- 12 people injured and 2 dead.>
N: Oh, yeah? That soon?
D: What's up, Timmy?
N: Hey, Dr. Benton.
N: Notify trauma. They got an accident in the Loop. Twelve injuries, seven critical.
D: Good day for us surgeons.
D1: Ah...ayy. All right. Give me the fast drip. I need the hydration.
D2: Don't worry, Doug. Just lie back. hoa--ho
D1: How's your beautiful wife? How is Jennifer?
D2: She's fine, really.
D1: You two settle your problems?
D2: Yeah…yea. Everything's okay.
D1: Hate to lose you in the ER, you know.
D2: Lie back.
D1: I am. OK...Aah…I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. Really do.
N: Dr. Greene? Dr. Greene!
D: What is it?
N: Patient for you, Dr. Greene.
D: Can't the intern take it?
N: No, it's for you.
D: What time is it?
N: Five o'clock.
D: All right. Can't the intern take it?
N: It's Dr. Ross.
D: Dr. Ross. I'll be right there.
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