“And this is where you will stand when they bring the traumas in. Any questions?” My senses swam laps around the fluorescent room, overwhelmed by various beeps, chirps and burps of monitors, the acrid bite of alcohol and the piercing lights. I was crazy-jittery with nerves. Still, I had a question. “In an emergency room,” I said, in a voice so tiny it surprised me, “Isn’t everything a trauma?”