After a shift the other night, a few of us emergency residents went to go grab a beer. We've gotten much less interesting lately; last year we would have elaborate dinner parties, hiking trips out to the local mountains, you name it. Nowadays we try to muster the energy to pour back a cold one before we pass out in our beds. The news was playing in the bar.
"... multicar pileup on the freeway today," intoned the news announcer, "all 12 injured taken to the local trauma center where we anxiously await news of their health."
I turned to one of the other residents, who was watching the newscast with vague interest in between sips of his drink.
"Anybody hurt?" I asked.
"One broken humerus and some whiplash, is all," he said.
"That's good," I nodded, "Trauma ICU's already pretty full."
We sat, news blaring, and took another sip of beer in silence.