"Phillip Bradshaw, NYPD" the burly detective mumbled to the desk nurse and slipped his shield back inside his pocket. "I'm here to see Jane Doe." He sucked in a deep breath, tired from a long, arduous night, wishing he had shut his phone off before Harwell's call came in, asking him to check on another victim.
A rush of panic broke out and distracted the nurse who was checking the patient database for him.
A member of the staff shouted out to everyone in the room, "Bus accident, all hands-on deck," Bradshaw turned just as a team of medical doctors and nurses rushed outside to meet the ESU vehicles. The red lights flashing against the building resembled the flames of a dancing fire.
"I have to go," the nurse said and dashed past him.