“There simply is no more room. And still the patients come. We are drowning. I stand at the desk, taking a breather. My head is pounding because of the noise. I cannot drink any more coffee or move any faster. I am fried. This is my sixth twelve-hour shift in a row. Sometimes I am not sure how much longer I can do this job before I just tear apart at the seams from stress.”
―
Philip Allen Green,
Trauma Room Two