He looks around the trauma room. He doesn’t know why he chose it, to work in the ER. He finished medical school at the age of 23, and became the leader at the age of 27. He’s now 31. The emergency room is hell, and you never know what to expect. His cold eyes look at the new resident. She’s new from the medical school. “This patient.” He stands over the patient who’s bleeding out. He stops the bleeding, and sutures it right there. His brown hair short to not be needed to be tied, his slender fingers not shaking at all. It’s not allowed to shake. His skull is fractured. He’s going to need the other ER doctors to help him with that.

“His skull is fractured. The other doctors will be here in one second.” He pulls the patient from the ambulance bed on the hospital bed. He looks at the nurse “2 mm of morphine, put an IV through him. Call for a MRI, CT. Also I want a toxin chart, see if he’s an alcoholic since I can’t put him on the usual medicine if he is.* “Put it on stat. Prioritize all the tests for him. We’re going to need to take out the glass shards from his skull. Resident, come help.” He orders coldly and calmly.