The CEO Slapped “Nurse Reid.” Twenty-Four Hours Later, Three Marine Generals Asked for Her by Name. The ER at Coastal Pines Medical Center never slept. Monitors chirped in uneven rhythms. Phones rang and rang again. The air burned with disinfectant and stale coffee. People moved fast—but Nurse Elise Reid moved quiet. Small. Controlled. Hair pinned tight. She taped an IV, checked a pulse, and wrote a timestamp with the same steady hand she used to close wounds. No wasted motion. No drama. A gurne