There's Fog on the Windows

I'm not quite sure where to start with today. However, I'm going to tell it to you like a story, and I'm going to try to emphasize on details. Some small details before I start my story - I worked 6-9 in the emergency room as a tech, and then moved on to the other hospital to do my intern work.

The emergency room is quiet; there are no children crying, no people yelling, and no chatting of the patients and staff. I walk up to the psychiatric unit (although I just started today with trauma) because the emergency room is empty. Within five minutes, my pager starts to vibrate violently on my scrubs. I picked up the pager with the message 1ER 123A sprawled across the screen. It means that there is an emergency on Floor 1, in the Emergency Room, in Room 123A. They only page in moments of dire emergencies. So with all my energy, I rush to room 123A, and that is when my heart sunk. I could feel everything slow down and my heart beat from within my throat. There, on the stretcher laid Caleigh. It was about 12:45 and I figured she had blown me off for lunch... but no... Caleigh was in car accident. She laid there, unconscious, while being aided by a bunch of nurses and doctors; she was covered in blood. In addition, that’s about all I could physically see. I tried to help her, but I was escorted from the room. You are not allowed to help family or friends when they are admitted to the hospital. About five hours later, she was stabilized and was completely fine. Caleigh + trees = not friends. She should be okay... no broken bones, just a few hard bruises and some cuts and scrapes. It took forever to have her stabilize because of her inability to contain consciousness. I'll have some more details later, I'm going back to the hospital for the night.