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“All right, let’s do some triage here, people,” Dr. Brantley said. “The most critical go first. We have four victims?”
“I don’t think you’d want to call these members of a biker gang ‘victims’ doc,” a man standing against the wall in a rumpled business suit said. A badge hung from his jacket pocket. “These are the attackers.”
“Whatever," Dr. Brantley replied. "Okay, so what have we got?” he said to a team of nurses and residents. “Come on, call them out.”
“Multiple contusions on this one," a medical resident said. "His face looks crushed on this side. From the way he’s wheezing, I’d say he’s got a collapsed lung.”
“This one’s unconscious," another young doctor said. "His left leg has a compound fracture at the knee, which is totally inverted, by the way.”
“Same here. This one is unconscious as well, but both the left knee and right elbow are compound fractured and totally inverted.”
“What about that last one?” Brantley asked.
“Not a priority,” another resident said. “He’s DOA.”
“Start with number one," Dr. Brantley ordered. "Let’s get in a chest tube. You know the drill. Move, people.” The doctor sat back and watched his team. This was the perfect training scenario.
The detective stepped forward. “Doc, I don’t think I have to tell you, but I’m investigating an attack on a female that occurred at a biker bar on the east end of town. These look like our perps. I know you’ve got to get them stabilized, but I want them tested. I mean it, as soon as they’re stable, I want their genital regions swabbed for DNA. Their bodies are a crime scene. Got it?”
“No problem. The female victim came in just before they did. As soon as she’s out of surgery, they’ll run a rape kit on her.”
“Witnesses at the bar say there's no doubt she was attacked. How is the victim, by the way? I need to talk to her.”
“You can talk to her if she survives.”
“It’s that bad?”
The doctor’s answer came in the form of a stern gaze.
“Hey, doc,” the detective said. “The witnesses also said another individual, a male subject, got in a fight with these four and saved the girl. Apparently, he’s the one who caused all this damage. There’s no way he fought off all of these guys without sustaining injuries himself. You got anybody else in here within the last forty-five minutes that might be our guy?”
“No, but you can talk to hospital security. The hospital admin was down here a while ago and told me an unidentified male broke into a side entrance off the alley and dropped your female victim off.”
“You’re kidding. Thanks, doc. And doc? Here’s my card. Call me if you get anyone in here that might be our guy.”
Dr. Brantley nodded as he glanced at the card. The card read ‘Lt. Dan T. Whelan, Detective. Special Victims Unit.’