The Scar | BrightWin

Chapter 01 : The Silence

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This was the loudest silence he had ever heard. It was graveyard silence. Something was wrong, but he could not figure it out quite yet. Win, Metawin Opas-iamkajorn strode down the hallway of the hospital building, his stethoscope hanging proudly around his neck down to each side of his chest.

He had been a general surgeon at Bumrungrad International Hospital for over a year now, after almost ten years of learning and practising medicine. He started everything at the hospital. The senior doctors all knew him ever since he was an intern. He also did his fellowship at the same hospital and finally, he achieved what he had always been aiming for.

The surgeon had always been a smart kid. He skipped Grade 12 and got scholarship to study medicine at Chulalongkorn University. He climbed up the mountain fast, unlike some people of his age, who still took time to figure out what they wanted to do with their life. Now, at the age of 27, he could let out some breaths of relief. Or was it too soon to say that?

Win's breath hitched when he heard the sirens of the ambulance. He took a glance at the watch on his wrist. 12:07 a.m. 'Who's hurting at this hour?' He wondered as he ran to the Emergency Department. His pager was beeping non-stop while he was running to the department. His first destination was the disposable gown station. He took a gown along with a pair of gloves to be worn.

From afar, he could see two EMTs (Emergency Medical Technicians) jumped out of the ambulance and rushed to lift the patient out of the vehicle. All Win could see was red — blood everywhere.

"What have we got tonight?" Win asked, his voice was loud as he turned off the sound coming from his pager.

"Car accident in the city, a male, his vital has been going stable and unstable since we found him, severe injuries and bruising on his face and abdominal, a sharp glass was found stuck in his stomach. We found him unconscious in the field, outside of his car, might be due to the crash impact," said one of the EMTs in one breath.

"Okay, let's get him to Trauma Room 2! Be careful. Move, people!" Win shouted as he pushed the patient's gurney with the help of two nurses and a paramedic. Once they got to the room, they transferred the man on the hospital's bed.

Win took his penlight out and checked the light reflex in each eye of the man. At that moment, he could get a clearer sight on the man's face that was covered by his own blood. His hair was dishevelled and Win noticed how messed up the man's face was. Several cuts tore his upper lip, left eyebrow and the bridge of his nose. Win did not even want to start talking about other wounds on the body.

Win shook his head, angry at himself for being distracted during this critical time. He then pulled open the man's eyes with one hand. His other hand was moving the beam swiftly and rhythmically from the man's right eye to his left eye, making sure that each eye received the same light exposure.

"Neurologic status is normal. We still need a head CT. He might experience some serious trauma in his head. It's good to be cautious at this point," Win stated as a matter of fact. "Prep him to the CT scan room."