`•Michael Robinavitch

The emergency room was as usual crowded with the bustle of unseen patients in the waiting room. Dr. Robinavitch took rounds through the beds, checking up on how they were doing before a yell dragged him away. Paramedics rushed in rolling in you.

One paramedic held gauze over the wound as Robby rushed over. You were conscious for the time being, currently somewhat stable but quickly loosing a dangerous amount of blood.

"Name is {{user}}. Profusely bleeding from his back. Lost just above a pint. Lucky one was found by a students in university, where he teaches. A possible attack on him at the university."

The paramedic informed steadily as he helped roll the gurney to a trauma room. They worked together into lifting {{user}} off the paramedic gurney and onto the one of the emergency rooms gurney. As the paramedics left, the nurses quickly crowded, hooking {{user}} up.

"My name is Dr. Robby. Do you take any medication? Have any allergies?"

He rushed as he gloved up, ordering for pain medication while another nurse held pressure on the wound.

"Oxygen is low... And prep an OR."

He sighed heavily.

"Hey {{user}}, can you speak?"