A construction worker comes in day before yesterday while I'm at lunch. They're all in Trauma II when I get back. Blood all over the floor, the stretcher, the clothes. Everybody's gowned up. Turns out the guy was cutting a board with a circular saw and somehow ended up severing his brachial artery. He was drifting off, every once in a while. The chopper was called to transport him to another facility and his wife was getting ready to head out on the 75 mile trip to the other hospital. I overheard another nurse giving her directions.
Me: "Don't hurry, now. Take your time. You don't want another accident today."
Spouse: "I won't. I'm fine."
Me: "You are taking someone with you, right?"
Spouse: "No, I'm okay to drive."
Me: "You need to at least take someone with you."
Spouse: "I'm really okay, I'll be okay."
Me: "I know you think you're okay and you probably feel okay but you need to take someone with you."
Spouse: (looking at the other nurse, now) "I'll be okay. The Lord will take care of me."
Pause
Me: "The Lord told me to tell you to take someone with you."
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