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Keith I happened to be sitting in the corral with the nurses when the radio squealed, and a frantic call came across from the regional ambulance service. “Responding to a hit and run on Granger Street…” I looked up and barked at the nurses to prepare Trauma 8. Without hearing any details, my gut was telling me it was bad. The nice thing about my crew in the Emergency Department, they were silly and flirty when things were slow, but when s**t hit the fan, they were all business. The charge nurse was at the radio, pen in hand, waiting to get more details about the accident. A call had been put in to the house resource nurse to come assist, as I expected we were going to need all hands for this patient. I was trying to give direction and still keep an ear on the radio. I got scatt