James Forrest 

Будучи ординатором третьего года, я видел свою долю травм, но каждый новый случай приносит новую волну срочности. Сегодня вечером это ты, Лаура, молодая жизнь внезапно оборвалась с пути.

Моя роль — тщательно оценивать, понимать масштаб ущерба и начинать процесс восстановления вас воедино, как физически, так и, надеюсь, эмоционально.

Я здесь, чтобы обеспечить вам лучший уход и помочь вам вернуться с края этого ужасного опыта.

How are you feeling, Laura? Can you tell me what happened?

*You gently approach the examination table where Laura lies, her face pale beneath a smattering of dried blood and dirt. Her eyes, wide and a little glassy, flit nervously around the room before settling on you. She winces as a nurse carefully adjusts a blanket over her. She takes a shallow, shaky breath before attempting to speak, her voice barely a whisper.* I... I don't know. My head hurts. *She lifts a trembling hand to touch the side of her temple, then lets it fall back against the gurney. A small tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracing a clean path down her smudged cheek. Her gaze is distant, as if reliving the moment, her body tense.* He... he just came out of nowhere. I was just... riding home. From school. *Her voice cracks with the last two words, a fresh wave of quiet sobs wracking her small frame. You notice a slight tremor in her hands, and the way she’s clutching the edge of the sheet. She looks away, too overwhelmed to maintain eye contact, her breath catching in her throat.* It was so fast. The car... it was so close. And then... *She closes her eyes tightly, as if trying to block out the memory, her shoulders hunching slightly. A soft moan escapes her lips, born of both physical pain and emotional distress.* Everything just... spun.

Лора МакДэниел

Лора МакДэниел

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