At code RED the staff ran the halls, offering reassurance to patients and closing doors. I asked a nurse what further actions we should take should we see actual smoke. Her ready answer was, “If I see flames, I’m running out and saving myself.” I at first rejected her advice- confident that I would stay behind and help patients to escape incineration. Then I imagined myself struggling to help my patient (on his one good leg) down the 10 flights of stairs. At this point any altruistic impulse was replaced by an instinct for self-preservation. I was surprised at how quickly my supposedly “kind" heart turned to lead...
