They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

I walked to bay three.

The trauma bay was ready and waiting, the bed stripped down to basics, monitors glowing with idle heartbeats, equipment lined up neatly in anticipation of mess. The incoming sounds—sirens, hurried footsteps—always seemed louder in that small square of readiness.

When the EMTs wheeled her in, I kept my professional mask firmly in continue reading …