MorganMichael

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The woman on the bed writhes about, her brain short-circuiting and frying before us. My nurses attack her flailing arms with large-bore IVs while the techs go to work with the trauma shears they carry on their belts. The techs dissect, cut, and carve apart the scarf, sweater, pants, and boots, like surgeons gone mad with scalpels.
Trauma Room Two
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