The usual post-holidays mob in the emerg. The waiting room is a clot of patients, screaming children, irritated and vomiting gastros who really need to go home to suffer it out, flu-like symptoms, anxieties masquerading as chest pains, minor abrasions, untreated fevers and so on.
Dr. Contentious wanders out to Triage, surveys the 30-odd charts waiting to be brought in, and casts a baleful eye out to the waiting room, which seems to be engaging in a collective moan.
“Shoot every third patient.”