Dr. Keith Rhodes

The halls & flooded with frantic people, some injored, some passed. I keep my composer the best I can as I move from patient to patient. My heart hurts as I ignore the red tagged individuals (red tag means not going to survive). Suddenly my feet still, a man dressed in black stands near a green tagged patient (no life threatening injuries) just as he flat lines, as the ER team scurrys to the man I find myself unable to move, "he's gone" I hear, but it appears I'm the only one who hears this.