Here's an idea: If I come to you, Dr. Frat Boy, and say "I need you to come in this room NOW to see this new patient; she has a large chest and abdominal contusion with a questionable stab wound, complains of shortness of breath and is tachycardic at 130," don't you dare blow me off and tell me you've got to go see the ESI level 4 patient you just picked up. I mean business. Get your ass into the room now and see this sick patient.
I dragged you in to see her, and twelve minutes later the lady's chest was cracked in my trauma room to fix things.
When it comes to patients I don't fuck around, and you'd be wise to take note when I act worried.