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Code Gray

on January 29, 2014

ImageShe nudged the elbow of the petite brunette and meekly whispered her concern. “Should we call a code?” At first there was no response from the nurse at her right — she was trying to hide her mirth by biting her lips together.  Then she chortled back her response. “No, I think we should see how this plays out.”

In front of them, against the wall, and up on his tiptoes, was the usually handsome doctor. Only now his shirt was rumpled and his cheeks looked more plump than usual. That was because one hand of the supervisor was wrapped around his neck. With the other, she was gesturing wildly and speaking to him in his native language. “Loco” was sprinkled in every few sentences. He had a shocked look on his face.

When he started to turn blue and his eyes got glazy, the supervisor loosened her grip and like the mother she was to the department staff, straightened his tie and fixed his collar. He sputtered his indignation and looked to the observers for support. The nurses only stood —opened mouth — ready for the finale. The doctor stood frozen, the look of a disobedient puppy on his face.

The “aggressor” transformed immediately back into the supervisor of the unit and made one last statement before turning back to her desk. “No, the nurses will not be coming in at 5:30 in the morning just because you want to get started early!”

The physician shook his head, mumbled something unintelligible, and pushing his shoulders back, walked away. The two nurses walked in the opposite direction.

‘It’s a code gray, right? If a patient had done that, we’d call a code gray, right?”

The brunette, strolling ahead of the more reserved nurse, turned her head one last time and casually replied, “Look on the back of your badge. All the codes are listed there.”

4 responses to “Code Gray

  1. Marie says:

    Great piece Susan!! Really enjoyed reading it as I chuckled to myself.

  2. Erika says:

    Sausan you always, always capture me attention in the first sentence. I always want to hear more. Maybe it’s because my work life is being put I to a very well told story. It’s like a Mexican “Novela”! Wish I would have been there for that one!

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