The Hospital Douglas lay on a bench outside the operating room with an arm over his eyes. Doctors and nurses rushed back and forth in silence, largely ignoring him. This didn't bother him. He wished that the rest of the goings on were so easy to ignore. The air was filled with the smell of blood and antiseptic. People crowded into the waiting rooms, some injured, some anxious, some grieving as doctors gave them bad news. He wished he could have been called in on a less busy night. No, scratch that. He wished he'd never get called in at all. There was never a good time to be in the emergency room.More Like This
A new smell invaded the room while he waited. Eggs and bacon. His stomach clenched at the thought of food. He looked up at Caruthers, who presented him with the offending dish.
"Look what I found in the cafeteria. You know that saying about hospital food? None of it's true."