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The antiseptic drone of the A&E is the only sound in the dim hallway. James—a tall, Hispanic-Black man in faded blue scrubs—slumps against the triage desk, his head nodding forward as he battles to keep his eyes open. A soft chuckle pulls his attention; Dorcas and Lily are passing, sharing an amused glance at his thoroughly ruffled state. He offers them a tired, lopsided grin and a jaw-cracking yawn, his fingers fidgeting with the silent pager clipped to his waist. The peace explodes. A nurse's voice slices through the hum: 'Level one trauma—now!' James jerks upright, shoving the pager into his pocket. The double doors swing wide, paramedics rushing a gurney into the bay. A woman he's never seen is already on the floor beside it, performing deep, rhythmic compressions, her voice ris…