Lena is the one to experience the joy and frustration of being absolutely nothing to an unconscious trauma patient in a busy emergency department.
They do not take him to St. Luke's because St. Luke's is not a regional trauma center and they can't tell from looking at him that he's an Anglican priest and might prefer an Episcopalian establishment. They might transfer him there if he survives surgery and awakens to voice an opinion ever but until then they take him to Denver Health Medical Center and pillage his wallet to find his driver's license and his insurance card and the American Red Cross donor card that states his blood type is O-negative.
He quickly becomes a pain in DG's ass and won't even regain consciousness to enjoy it. Not unless a miracle occurs.
And Lena has his name and where he works but she doesn't know his emergency contact or his next of kin and nobody working in the ED when he rolls in does either. That doesn't stop them from wheeling him behind a curtain and slicing off his clothes and attaching tubes and wires to him to keep him from bleeding to death. It just means they don't know about certain minor things like the fact that he wouldn't want CPR performed on him if his heart decided it had had enough or that he is a recovering addict who has been clean from heroin since before most of the city's Awakened were even thought of and would want Tramadol if he wakes up instead of Dilaudid.
These are all ifs. It isn't the wounds that make the staff nervous but the fact that he appears to be bleeding internally for no apparent goddamn reason and it's hard to stop something if you don't know the cause of it so they rustle up a trauma surgeon and wheel him upstairs. They leave Lena sitting in the family-only waiting room off the corridor where the ambulance crews dump their cargo. She wound up in there by virtue of the fact that she came in off the ambulance with the patient.
Once the charge nurse realizes they have no legal obligation to keep Lena informed, they don't. Maybe she sees a gurney go rushing out of the trauma bay and into an elevator at some point, four fucking people steering it and a 220-pound patient and Lord knows how much medical equipment piled onto it. Someone at some point gives her a scrub top since the shirt she was wearing ended up being used as abdominal dressing and is now in a biohazard bag en route to the incinerator with the rest of the stuff Pan's blood drenched tonight.
The C shift medical secretary is overcaffeinated and sleep deprived but at least she doesn't ignore Lena. She tells her where he is when Lena asks and she is able to keep track of him that way. But Lena has to approach the reception desk herself and half the time the blue wheelie desk chair is bereft of staff.
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Francisco Echeverría spends all of Tuesday night and most of Wednesday morning in the surgical unit upstairs and then they turn him over to the ICU. Only family is allowed in the room to see him until he regains consciousness and depending on who's on the floor at the time they won't even talk to non-family about his case.
When Sera pulls it together enough to get ahold of Rosa she learns - already knew - the priest's next of kin is a young man named Rafael Sánchez. Someone will get ahold of him but it isn't going to be Sera. Rosa doesn't give her this information. She intends to give it to the hospital staff her own self.
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Fun fact: another person who technically has no legal obligation to remain informed will eventually find out what happens because the patient doesn't actually bleed to death and this person happens to be the nurse manager of the ICU and the mother of said next of kin.
Whichever of Denver's Awakened population is bold enough to go into the ICU of a major metropolitan hospital the morning after one of their Disciples was torn apart by undead dogs and Paradox to ask after man active during the Ascension War, now un-fucking-conscious and possibly plugged right into whatever matrix the Technocracy keeps an eye on, gets to meet Ana Sánchez.
Just what she always wanted. More Mages in her life.
They do not take him to St. Luke's because St. Luke's is not a regional trauma center and they can't tell from looking at him that he's an Anglican priest and might prefer an Episcopalian establishment. They might transfer him there if he survives surgery and awakens to voice an opinion ever but until then they take him to Denver Health Medical Center and pillage his wallet to find his driver's license and his insurance card and the American Red Cross donor card that states his blood type is O-negative.
He quickly becomes a pain in DG's ass and won't even regain consciousness to enjoy it. Not unless a miracle occurs.
And Lena has his name and where he works but she doesn't know his emergency contact or his next of kin and nobody working in the ED when he rolls in does either. That doesn't stop them from wheeling him behind a curtain and slicing off his clothes and attaching tubes and wires to him to keep him from bleeding to death. It just means they don't know about certain minor things like the fact that he wouldn't want CPR performed on him if his heart decided it had had enough or that he is a recovering addict who has been clean from heroin since before most of the city's Awakened were even thought of and would want Tramadol if he wakes up instead of Dilaudid.
These are all ifs. It isn't the wounds that make the staff nervous but the fact that he appears to be bleeding internally for no apparent goddamn reason and it's hard to stop something if you don't know the cause of it so they rustle up a trauma surgeon and wheel him upstairs. They leave Lena sitting in the family-only waiting room off the corridor where the ambulance crews dump their cargo. She wound up in there by virtue of the fact that she came in off the ambulance with the patient.
Once the charge nurse realizes they have no legal obligation to keep Lena informed, they don't. Maybe she sees a gurney go rushing out of the trauma bay and into an elevator at some point, four fucking people steering it and a 220-pound patient and Lord knows how much medical equipment piled onto it. Someone at some point gives her a scrub top since the shirt she was wearing ended up being used as abdominal dressing and is now in a biohazard bag en route to the incinerator with the rest of the stuff Pan's blood drenched tonight.
The C shift medical secretary is overcaffeinated and sleep deprived but at least she doesn't ignore Lena. She tells her where he is when Lena asks and she is able to keep track of him that way. But Lena has to approach the reception desk herself and half the time the blue wheelie desk chair is bereft of staff.
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Francisco Echeverría spends all of Tuesday night and most of Wednesday morning in the surgical unit upstairs and then they turn him over to the ICU. Only family is allowed in the room to see him until he regains consciousness and depending on who's on the floor at the time they won't even talk to non-family about his case.
When Sera pulls it together enough to get ahold of Rosa she learns - already knew - the priest's next of kin is a young man named Rafael Sánchez. Someone will get ahold of him but it isn't going to be Sera. Rosa doesn't give her this information. She intends to give it to the hospital staff her own self.
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Fun fact: another person who technically has no legal obligation to remain informed will eventually find out what happens because the patient doesn't actually bleed to death and this person happens to be the nurse manager of the ICU and the mother of said next of kin.
Whichever of Denver's Awakened population is bold enough to go into the ICU of a major metropolitan hospital the morning after one of their Disciples was torn apart by undead dogs and Paradox to ask after man active during the Ascension War, now un-fucking-conscious and possibly plugged right into whatever matrix the Technocracy keeps an eye on, gets to meet Ana Sánchez.
Just what she always wanted. More Mages in her life.