Chapter 3 - The Trauma Room Tension Rises
The heavy medical doors swung open wider as two additional trauma nurses rushed in with surgical saws and sterile trays.
Emily whimpered softly on the stretcher, her fever-addled eyes fluttering open for a brief, agonizing fraction of a second.
“Sarah... please make it stop... it burns so badly inside,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the monitor beeps.
“I’ve got you, Emily; we’re going to take care of you right now,” I reassured her, squeezing her cold, clammy shoulder.
Daniel sneered from the corner, crossing his arms over his chest as if he were watching an annoying performance.
“She’s just dramatic; she always exaggerates minor discomforts for attention,” Daniel scoffed, rolling his eyes in disgust.
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I ignored his toxic commentary, signaling Marcus to prep the electric cast cutter while sterilizing the surrounding skin area.
The hum of the medical saw began to whine, cutting through the tense air of Trauma Room 2 like a buzzing hornet.
