It took time for the two women at the desk to speak with him, being insistent in their own way. Once they did, they asked for numbers with the resignation of those who know they're in a bad situation with no choice but to handle it on their own. One woman goes to talk with the practitioners in back, bringing another woman in a stained grey blouse wearing a stethoscope back with her.

"How many are we looking at? What extent of injuries? Heavy trauma?"

Her tone was businesslike and clipped, the first hint of shadows under her eyes the indication of her own long days and nights. "Do you know any first aid?"