"I need more blood over here! Type O negative, stat!"
The emergency room was chaos. Bodies everywhere. Nurses running between gurneys. Doctors shouting orders. The smell of blood and fear thick in the air. I'd been working for six hours straight without a break and we still had patients waiting for treatment.
I finished suturing a deep laceration on a young woman's leg and moved immediately to the next patient. A man in his fifties with a collapsed lung. I could see it immediately, the way his chest moved wrong, the bluish tint to his lips.
"He needs a chest tube," I said to the nurse beside me. "Now."
She handed me the equipment without question. Everyone had stopped doubting me hours ago when I'd successfully performed three emergency procedures that saved critical patients. Now they
