He expects the same attention he’s used to –
“Your lordship”, “Your Eminence”, “Dear Sir”
“Would you like a..?” “Can I get you a…?”
“Are you comfortable Sir?” “Should I adjust your chair?”
But all the oohs and aahs stop at the door
The ER strips you of all that.
Here everyone is equal, or supposed to be
Here some things don’t matter any more.
What strikes him first is the sight
Of suffering humanity and blood
A sight far removed from what he’s used to
Dapper Suits, smiling faces in dainty attire.
He struggles to get any attention
“Do you know who I am?” He is tempted to say
But a slight glance to the boy with third degree burns beside him
Makes him realise, probably his headache isn’t really that important.
Addenda: Inspired by my meeting with an influential politician in the ER who I pretended to know nothing about 🙂