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That took care of that.
"Drugs are," she said, tucking the tubing under her arm. "2008." She didn't bother with details. She knew the dangers of lying about being an actual doctor, but she had passed her rotation with flying colours and had been told by doctors and nurses alike that she'd run a tight ship in an ER someday. Martha always supposed that had to do with her no-nonsense demeanour, but it could have to do with the adrenaline rush she got as well.
"I'll stabalise him and get back to you," Martha said, running back around the car, relieved to see that the man hand't pulled out the piece of car. Far better for him if they removed it at the ER. She felt bad for the other doctor, working with more than one patient, but Martha also knew you couldn't pick and choose - you dealt the patient you were given, stabalised him, and only then did you move on. She gave him a shot of painkillers and then moved to tie the tourniquet.
"Pulse 58," Martha muttered, tapping it out with her foot as she readied the tubing. "You'll have a scar, but you'll be fine, sir," Martha said. "WHERE ARE THOSE TOWELS!" She needn't have yelled, as a woman was right there with them. She tucked them around the man, then instructed the woman, "You stay with him. Anything changes - if he gets pale, if he loses consciousness, you yell for me, yeah?"
Then it was back around the car again, to the multiple other people. "Tell me what you need," Martha said quickly, wiping her hands on her jeans. She spied another pair of rubber gloves in the kit and snapped them on, trusting him to know how to direct her.