I remember one time when my team was on-call. It was late at night and the ED was packed. There were beds and chairs lined up in the hallway with makeshift dividers separating patients.
There was one particular patient at the end of the hallway that I had noticed after walking back and forth. He was a scruffy older man who was lying in a gurney, sunglasses in place. He looked like he was resting comfortably enough.
On one of my trips through the hallway, I had just passed him when a nurse walked up to him and asked, “What’s your name, sir?”
Though my back was turned to them I heard him reply in a deep, rough, scratchy voice, “Wolverine.”
“Wolverine?” the nurse asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
I about died with laughter. I never got to meet this character. He wasn’t admitted to our team. But I’m sure it would’ve been fun to treat a superhero.
