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All characters, names, and settings are property of Warner Bros. They are used here for fun and were not used in anyway to receive profit.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
All charecter names are the property of NBC. I have to say, I now have a lot
more respect for telivision and movie writers than I used to! The basis for this
story is several ideas, from several episodes rolled together. I just did them in a
differant sceniaro, involving (for the most part) differant people. If anyone has
any comments, problems, suggestions, or questions...feel free to contact me at:
scatman@mailcity.com or clgngrl@juno.com
ER
"So Much to Say"
Scene begins, fade in on Mark, Carol, Randi and Lily sitting at the front desk. Randi is trying to tune in a station on the radio, various strains of music can faintly be heard. Lily is looking in a unmarked black folder for something, and Mark and Carol are talking.
Carol: So, what did you do this weekend, Mark?
Mark: Nothing much. Nina and I went out again. We took Rachel and Emma to
3 McDonalds looking for the duck Teenie Beenie Baby. 3 McDonalds! I spent
more time looking for those dumb Teenie Beenie Babys than I spent getting
dressed and eating breakfast put together.
Carol: Yeah, I know what you mean. I took my niece to 2 McDonalds
yesterday, but we found one. She got the goldfish. I thought they were pretty
cute.
Radio: Bringing in a three year old, kidney failure, his lung collapsed.
Randi: Time of arrival?
Radio: About 10 minutes out.
Carol: Some one page Doug.
Mark: This is gonna be surgical. Some one page a surgeon.
Lily: The only one on right now is Edson.
Mark: Didn't I say to page a surgeon?
*Greene walks away, looking angry.*
Lily: Jesus. What is his problem?
Carol: Edsons a surgeon, isn't he?
*10 minutes or so passes, Doug arrives*
Doug: Woke me up out of a sound sleep, on my day off. This had better be
good.
Kerry: Doug. What are you doing here? I thought you were off today.
Doug: I'm beginning to wonder the same thing, Kerry. Mark...what am I doing
here?
Mark: Well, Doug, we have a three year old coming in, kidney failure collapsed
lung. He is supposed to be here anytime now.
Doug: Oh. A little one. Ok, I'm gonna need a chest tube, 18 french, cut down
tray, and a pediatric banana bag, size 8. And I'll also need Carol, Malik, and
Lily.
Carol: Malik isn't on yet, he doesn't come in until noon. (slyly) Got a second
choice?
Ross: You've always been my first choice, Carol.
Carol: Thank you Doug, I'm flattered. I ment a second choice of who to help
you with the trauma.
Doug: So did I.
*Doug starts to laugh. Carol pretends to be hurt at this remark.*
Carol: Oh, your hilarious.
Doug: Thank you. I try. Really, I do. I can't believe you think I am this funny all
on my own. It takes practice, you know.
*Carol makes a face at Doug.*
Carol: That infant should be here...
*Door crashes open.*
Carol: ...now.
Randi: Dr. Ross! Dr. Ross!
Doug: I'm coming.
Paramedic: Got a three year old male, kidney failure, collapsed lung. 15 liters,
o2 by mask. All attempts to start an i.v. in the field failed.
Doug: O.k. Thank you, we can take it from here. This is going to surgical.
Didn't someone page a surgeon yet?
Lily: Edson is on his way down Dr. Ross.
Doug: Edson?
Lily: Dr. Greene said the same thing. He is the only surgeon on right now.
Doug: O.k. better get started.
Dale: Alright, what can I do?
Doug: Take a history. It won't be complete, but we'll get what we can.
*Dale, visibly shaken, tries to get out of doing the history.*
Dale: Is a history really, um, necessary?
*Carter, happy at seeing a visibly upset Dale, chimes in:*
John: Yes, Dale, it is.
Doug: Is there a problem, gentlemen?
*Carter has a big, slightly goofy grin on his face.*
John: No, no problem at all. Go ahead and take the history, Dale.
Doug: Carter, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
John: Leave? I understand. I wouldn't want to disturb Dale taking the patients
history.
Dale: Thank you John.
*Now Dale is visibly ticked off, but brightens after John leaves.*
Doug: Dale, go meet the childs mother, and get the history.
Dale: Yes sir.
*Dale leaves, with the history book in his hand.*
Doug: O.k. I'm going to put in the chest tube, Carol go get Kerry. I need
someone to do the cut down.
Carol: O.k. Doug.
*Carol leaves, and returns a few minutes later, with Kerry.*
Kerry: Doug, I just saw your surgeon wandering the halls with a female. Looked
about is age, didn't look like a patient.
Doug: Great. Just great. Well, as long as he gets the proper history I could care
less what he does in the mean time.
Kerry: Well, it's your patient.
Doug: Exactly. Could you help me with the cut down please?
Chuny: He's in fib!
Doug: I need 3 liters of saline, 3 units of A pos, and a foley cath.
Kerry: What's wrong Doug?
Doug: Impending renal failure, I believe, Kerry. Let's go with the foley already!
*Mark walks in*
Mark: Can I help?
Doug: I need a foley cath, pedes should have one, if not, get it here by any
means necessary.
*Greene leaves, in search of a foley cath from pedes.*
*Anspaugh throws open the door, visibly upset with Doug.*
Anspaugh: Dr. Ross! I see you have one of my surgical residents down here
doing a history on your patient. Now, why on earth do you think my residents
have less to do than the residents in the E.R?
Doug: Dr. Anspaugh, I would appreciate it very much if we could discuss this
at a later date...much later, preferably. In the mean time, I’d like to know if
you’d be interested in tagging down Dr. Edson, and seeing exactly what he is
doing. Kerry said she saw him walking down the hall, outside admit about 10
minutes ago.
*Dr. Edson opens the door. He appears to be in a hurry.*
Dale: I couldn’t find the mother, but I did the best history I could.
Doug: Well, I guess it will have to do, if it’s all we’ve got.
Anspaugh: Glad to see you have all your problems straightened out, Dr. Ross.
*Doug is distracted, trying to make sense of Dale’s history.*
*John sees Doug’s confusion, decided to seize the moment.*
John: Can I talk to you outside, Dr. Ross?
Doug: Hmm? Oh, sure. Kerry, watch this little guy for me, will you. Call me if
there is any change in his condition. Any change.
Kerry: Absolutely.
*John and Doug exit. They stand outside the trauma room, where they can see but not hear the
actions taking place inside.*
Doug: Is there a problem, Dr. Carter?
John: I didn’t have a problem, until you had Dale do the history. Did you hear
about my allergic antibiotic reaction a few weeks ago?
Doug: Uhh, yeah, John. I did. Please explain to me what that reaction has to do
with this child.
John: The allergic reaction was caused by Dale not taking a complete history on
that patient. The patient nearly died, because of a error Dr. Edson made. When
I confronted him about it, he told me I couldn’t tell anyone because...
*Kerry bangs on door. It sounds like something has hit the door, possibly a shoe.*
Kerry: Doug! Get in here!
*Doug and John rush in the room. The infant has flatlined.*
Doug: O.k. I want a lab, lights, and I (bends over to check on foley) want the
foley taken out. Now!
*Mark sets to work on taking out the foley. Kerry works on getting lab, Doug is
working on lights.*
Doug: I would like to continue our discussion later, Dr. Carter.
*John is watching the clock. He glumly replies.’
John: Sure. If you don’t mind, I’d like Dr. Greene and Dr. Weaver to listen in.
That is, if that is all right with the two of you.
*Mark and Kerry are both looking very curious.*
Mark: All right by me.
Kerry: Me too.
Doug: Then it’s o.k. with me.
*About 20 minutes passes.*
*Doug, Kerry, Mark and John are looking very “road-weary” by this point.”
Doug: How long has he been down?
John: Twenty-seven minutes.
Doug: Let’s call it. Time of death: 11:07.
*Chuny walks in the door. She is unknowing of what has happened in the room.*
Chuny: Lights are back.
Doug: Let me see those.
*Doug reads the paper. He looks angry.*
Doug: Allergic reaction. Carter, hand me the history please.
*Carter passes the history.*
Doug: And what do you know? Not even a mark under allergic reactions. I want
to talk to Dale, and I want to talk to him now.
Mark: Carter? What’s going on?
John: Can’t tell you now.
*John catches the eye of a woman sitting in chairs. He goes over to her, looking very serious.*
Doug: Dale? Why didn’t you take down the patients allergic reaction on this
history?
Dale: I didn’t think he had any.
Doug: He had on a allergic reaction bracelet, Dale.
Dale: Oh. My mistake.
Doug: Yeah. Your mistake. You know what Dale? That child died. Due to an
allergic reaction.
Dale: Your not going to tell Anspaugh, are you?
Doug: And you know what else Dale? I know about the other incomplete
history.
Dale: Look, Dr. Ross. I have to have this fellowship. If word of this gets out,
my chances of getting it are zilch. That’s all I know.
Doug: Mmm-hmm. Well, let me tell you what I know, Dr. Edson. I know that a
child is dead, because of your error. I know I have to go tell his mother that her
only child has died, due to an error you made. And I know more than a few
people that would be interested in this error. And I know I should tell these
people about these errors...
*Dale starts to protest. Doug pretends not to notice.*
Doug: Fellowship or no fellowship, Dr. Edson. If I were you, Dr. Edson, I’d be
careful where you step.
*Fade to black.*
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