We all reported for work ready for anything, and nothing happened.
Wonders never cease.
As we sat behind the long desk of the nurses station in ER, having minimal conversation for fear of breaking the spell of the silence, the empty rooms around us, we started recalling other times. I had been allowed to go to surgery as a student. I was a bit worried, since, of all the groups of people in a hospital, I had been told that the surgical department and the emergency room were the tightest, most closed of all. After all, the first day I stood on the elevator side of the red line that denotes a 'clean' area of the hall, where you're not supposed to go unless you're wearing surgical attire, I had been told to 'wait right here' while Chuck, a member of the anesthesia went off down the bright hallway to see if I belonged. Today though, there was a lull between cases, and I wandered into the recovery room.