Patient 3
The most important patient, in my eyes, that I had in my first year practicing. I was working in the emergency room that night, a slow night as usual. The random, over hyped cases that had easy fixes, and really had no need for a visit. The occasional deep cuts, we stitched them up, or the occasional high fever, there was nothing that was out of the ordinary. That is until we heard the familiar sirens of the ambulance on the way, and the voices on the radio. 32 year old man, suffering of what, they didn't tell us. One of the many problems at the hospital after I looked back on the night, half of the time they wouldn't tell us what was coming. We had no way to prepare, which eventually led to the loss of this man's arm. So we ended up getting ready, for what, we didn't know.
We waited, for what seemed only moments before the they burst through the doors, a man with severe wounds on the mans arms. They were rather deep cuts through his arm. There was blood, everyone, I had to turn, I was getting a bit queasy. The sight of the bone, and blood was an awful site for me to behold, nothing compared to what I had seen before, or of what the cadavers had shown us during college. This first encounter was repeated on a lesser scale later on, but over time I grew accustomed to the sites, continuing my career as a doctor.
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