Dr. Eleanor O'Hara sighed. She knew whoever was next through the doors would be hers. The other doctors currently on the floor – Coop, Cruz, Roman, and Prentiss – were all busy with their own patients, and she had just barely started her shift.
"Enjoying yourself?" a nurse with cropped blonde hair asked as she walked by.
"Yes, very much. Thank you, Jacks," O'Hara shot back with a smirk, her British accent making her words seem more regal than they really were.
"No problem," the nurse, Jackie, said as she peeked out the main doors. The limo pulled up outside of All Saints Hospital, and an older man, presumably the driver, got out and hurried inside, carrying a pale, well-dressed man in his arms.
The driver spoke to Zoey, who was currently in charge of the reception area, and she directed him inside.
"Can I get a gurney over here?" Akalitus called out as she walked by. "Dr. O'Hara, this one is yours!"
"And the day just keeps getting better and better!" O'Hara exclaimed. She took a peek at the man as they loaded him onto the gurney, and she noted the blood and broken state of his nose. She pursed her lips and buttoned up her white coat so she didn't get any blood on her expensive clothes underneath, and her Manolo Blahnik heels clicked impressively on the tile floor as she made her way over to meet the gurney as it was guided into Trauma Room 1.
"Twenty-seven-year-old man was hit in the nose with a bat coming out of a department store," Zoey spouted off. "He's also supposed to have a blood transfusion today with Dr. Cruz."
O'Hara's eyes narrowed at even the slightest mention of the other doctor.
"That's what he told me," Zoey said quickly, pointing toward the driver. "He said it happened, and he drove straight here."
"Oooh, lovely," O'Hara muttered. "Well, he's dedicated, I'll give him that. Does he have a name?"
"Which one?" Zoey asked, pointing at the driver and the patient at the same time.
"What the hell, why not both," O'Hara quipped, sliding her hands into blue gloves.
Zoey looked at Jackie, who rolled his eyes, before looking back at O'Hara to reply. "The driver's name is Edmund. And… I couldn't catch the name of the patient."
O'Hara arched her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes a bit. The doctor had a specific way of speaking without words. She turned her attention to the driver and said, "What's his name?"