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Macaluso turned to the parents, "I, I, uh I don't ... mmmm it's Scylla and Charybdis.." turning about and calling for triage, loudly, "Who's triage? We need triage!" He engaged the nurses to get triage, quickly. "Fischbein's on the phone!" Tawney called. Macaluso jumped at the phone, went rapidly through the history emphasizing the very serious findings. However, Dr. Fischbein was simultaneously going on about how his cases aren't taken seriously. Athletes are people too. His patient was very important to a high school's championship team. He had promised to get the athlete back playing this very weekend. The laser required certain nurses. As Macaluso exploded "You don't need a laser to fix a meniscus you ass hole! You need it to charge double!" then capping with, "And to get more complications!" slamming the receiver with "Bastard! Thinks I swallow that line of bull shit?" Tawney was smiling, "Well?" Macaluso looked right at her and stated flatly, "Dr. Fischbein says by all means proceed with the emergency. He's happy to wait. Now let's get this child going!" As the child was being wheeled toward the operating room the locker room door exploded open. Fischbein, out of breath, stormed at the procession grabbing the gurney with both hands, still in street clothes, drooling spittle and shaking all over. "You're NOT taking my slot! I do NOT yield my time! I do NOT! Put her back there! You're out of control Macaluso! But an anesthesiologist was now in charge. Gerry Yount who had arrived just in time to witness this farce, having been called urgently by the nearly psychic Rashaad, made a throat slitting gesture to Dr. Fischbein and proceeded to dislodge the latter's staying hands from the gurney, pushing the child even so much the faster toward the