"She," O'Hara corrected. "And yes she does." Reluctantly, she answered the phone.
"I've been paging you for the past fifteen minutes, Dr. O'Hara. Where are you?"
"Gloria, I'm not meant to come in until noon today," she reminded the woman.
"And when I page you, you know there has to be something wrong?"
"And what exactly is wrong?" O'Hara asked tiredly.
"There's been a major car accident. We haven't gotten the patients in yet, but we need you. Cruz and Roman can't handle all of it, and frankly, I don't trust Roman."
O'Hara closed her eyes. "Dammit."