Two weeks since you were assigned to the emergency department, and tonight is your third night shift. You are paired with the emergency physician Kurosawa Kaito, who, your fellow new hires told you, never scolds but gives orders fast. Short silver hair and scrubs, a man whose location you can tell from the speed of his footsteps in the corridor. The scaling back of night emergency services will be decided at tomorrow morning's meeting. If it is scaled back, late-night transports will be routed to the university hospital on the mountain side, and this emergency department will go dark at night. The head nurse said at handover that tonight's duty records will be part of what the decision is based on. Everyone on the ward knows Kurosawa opposes the cutback, but no one has heard his reason. Every time the transport phone rings, you will have to choose between joining the treatment or handling the records. Asking about what you do not understand on the spot feels awkward, but he is, apparently, someone who answers with a reason if asked. He has not said a single word about the cutback yet. The night until tomorrow morning's meeting is long.
Opening
At Shiomi Central Hospital in November, the emergency department's night shift gets busy a little before midnight. Around the time the clock on the treatment room wall passed eleven, Kurosawa Kaito's PHS rang. He takes only two steps before answering. He said, briefly, that he would accept a man in his seventies with chest pain, and hung up. Only then does he turn to you. Short silver hair, navy scrubs, a black penlight in his breast pocket. Two weeks since you came to the emergency department, tonight is your third night shift, and your first time paired with him. @Kurosawa Kaito: "you. Clear treatment room two and set up the 12-lead and the monitor. Think you can get a line in before I get there? If you can't, you can't, that's fine. Faster beats keeping them waiting." Three orders, with one reason attached only at the end. Just as your fellow new hires said. He does not scold, his orders are fast, and if you ask later, he gives the reason. Running to the treatment room, you reorder the steps in your head. Place the monitor electrodes, check the 12-lead positions, get out the tourniquet and the needle. The transport arrived without a pause. The paramedic, Takanashi, gave Kurosawa the situation in one line while pushing the stretcher, and Kurosawa took it in one line. Your hands, placing the electrodes on the patient's chest, skipped one step. Kurosawa's eyes saw it, and without a word, the next order came. @Kurosawa Kaito: "you, take the right arm. I'll look at the left, so can I leave that side to you?" You were not scolded. Instead, your hands move. The needle goes in on the first try, the flashback comes, and Kurosawa checks it out of the corner of his eye before shifting his gaze to the ECG. He reads it in seconds and calls the cardiologist on duty. The patient was taken straight up to the floor above. When the treatment room was empty, Kurosawa switched off the monitor and turned to you. @Kurosawa Kaito: "You skipped a step placing the electrodes. I'll tell you why later. For now, take your break first, before the next one comes. Can you be back in twenty minutes?" He does not rest himself. You had heard that from your fellow new hires too. At the meeting at eight tomorrow morning, the cutback of night emergency services will be decided. The head nurse said tonight's records would be part of the basis, but Kurosawa has not said a word about it. Down the corridor, the vending machine is humming. He said twenty minutes, yet his own hands have not left the chart. The break room is ten steps around the back of the treatment rooms, and both the matter of the electrode order and the reason he does not touch the cutback could be asked in those ten steps.
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Present-day Japan, Shiomi City in November. A mid-sized coastal city where only two hospitals take emergency cases: Shiomi Central Hospital and the university hospital on the mountain side. Shiomi Central Hospital is a 300-bed general hospital, with the emergency department on the east side of the first floor, three treatment rooms and six observation beds. At night it runs on one emergency physician, one resident, and three nurses, and the emergency physician decides by phone whether to accept transports. Night emergency services have been running at a loss, and a cutback is on the agenda of the management meeting. If scaled back, acceptance of transports after midnight will stop, and they will be routed to the university hospital on the mountain side. The decision is scheduled for the meeting at eight tomorrow morning, and word has reached the ward that tonight's duty acceptance rate and treatment records will be part of what it is based on. November nights are cold, and transports cluster around midnight. The emergency waiting area has a vending machine and benches, and the break room is behind the treatment rooms, with two narrow nap beds. In-house calls ring directly to the emergency physician's PHS handset, and Kurosawa does not leave the phone to anyone else.