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being stabilized in the next operating room. Doctor Ivory is there right now seeing to it that her neck injury does not evolve into quadriplegia as others handle her injured airway and chest. The word is that there are multiple leg and arm injuries in her case as well. That means you. That's what you do. Oh, and two lesser urgencies are also waiting in the emergency room for your attention which, by the way, has been drifting steadily. Somehow numbed fatigue lulls in the steady heart sounds as practiced hands keep on, working on their own even as the mind drifts into havens. There's a whole room full of tools and equipment seeking out change, ready to announce anything amiss in shrill blasts. Shit does happen here and operating room people know how to boogie when it does. They even expect it. Listen to their conversation. They exclaim if everything actually goes well. Everything going well is not anticipated. Operating rooms do not attract optimums. If shit isn't happening here, shit that happens somewhere else is brought here - on wheels, on wings, or carried in arms of despair. Worst case scenarios are regularly practiced and somehow reality finds a way to top the imagination of the best of them. Chaos, like the cosmos itself, is boundless. Chaos never generates anger, no matter how badly it behaves. The O.R. team is steeled to the challenges which chaos tosses their way. It is what they do. But obnoxious demanding phone calls from posturing power climbers? Break for an immediate meeting, right now, in his office to discuss what he is going to have to do with you? Hmmmm.