The trauma unit freaked me the eff out. Like, on the way back there a social worker walked up beside me, introduced herself, and said she wanted to prep me on what would be happening. We get in this huge room with a bunch of equipment and people start coming in. People in scrubs, lab coats, EMT type gear, business suits. And they just kept coming in. I don't remember how many people (15?), but I know I counted because I couldn't believe how many there were. My kid was in the middle of the room on a gurney screaming and terrified and I'm off to the side with my heart pounding and my mind in a complete daze and barely functional, thinking "HOLY eff THIS IS OVERWHELMING! THIS IS WHY THEY HAVE THE SOCIAL WORKER! SHOULD I USE HER FOR HELP? HOW DO I USE HER FOR HELP!?!?" She turned to me and asked if I was okay. So, I smiled at her as best I could and said, "Yeah, I'm good."