A Veteran Died Today.

The page came over the old, outdated trauma pager, “Red Trauma, ETA 5 minutes. GSW to head, intubated, no further information.”

Also: Graphic Content Warning (more…)

Update: Proud Waves Be Stilled

This original post was from Bruce looking for a beta Reader for his next novel, Proud Waves be Stilled.


About Me… And Maybe A Little About You, Too

I am posting this in a spirit of humility. I don’t want debate, but do invite comment. I don’t pretend to have special revelation. Far from it. Take what you will and leave the rest. (more…)

What to leave in, what to leave out: background and the research rabbit hole

I know more about women’s fashions in 1860 than any straight man has a right to know. I can spend an hour telling you about ship building techniques in 10th century Gotland. I will bore you to tears with details of Roman legionary medicine and casualty evacuation. I am a knowledge geek. If it is obscure, weird, or questions the lessons we were taught in school, I’m all in. (more…)

Current Writing Projects, Updates from Bruce Davis

Just like my reading, my writing has been limited because of the COVID situation and my work as a surgical intensivist. When I’m not working, I’m often to physically or emotionally fatigued to do much writing. That said, I am about 16K words into Silver Magic, the next book in my Magic Law series. (more…)

Pandemic Reading (What Bruce Davis is Reading)

I’m a surgeon with training in critical care and trauma, so my actual reading during the current surge in COVID cases has been limited by work and fatigue. I’m slowly working my way through The Storm Before the Storm, by Mike Duncan. It’s a non-fiction telling of the events from 146 to 78 BCE during the upheavals and Civil wars that doomed the Roman Republic and led to Julius Caesar’s rise to power. (more…)

A Death in Real Time, Tuesday

(Originally published on ThatWhichIsHuman.com)

The trauma pager, an old fashioned alpha-numeric beeper, sounds off.
‘6 minutes, Red, MVA rollover. Trauma Code’ read the black letters on its tiny green screen.
Five minutes later, the EMT team rushes in with the gurney, one of them performing vigorous one-handed chest compressions as he pushes his side of the wheeled bed. The other squeezes a ventilation bag attached to an endotracheal tube. The tube is stuck in a bloody mass of tissue and hair that is barely recognizable as a young woman’s face.