THIRTY TWO | VOICE

[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy sounds, understandably, pretty stressed out. The infirmary is constantly understaffed, and when some of the people who usually help out are the people who decided to get themselves killed/used as human(oid) punching bags this weekend, it means the issue's even more apparent.

That said, there's a professionalism to the bark, because McCoy does his best when he's stressed out and has ten million things he has to do. It's just also useful to have a staff of people on hand for when these things happen.]

I need anyone with an extra set of hands and basic first aid knowledge down here five minutes ago. We've got a lot of pretty banged up people and I can't be everywhere at once.

For anyone who isn't down here and needs help, don't keep quiet about it. I can send someone up with a stretcher or help you walk so long as you let us know where you are. And if anyone's seriously injured, call me down before you move 'em, you'll just make things worse if you don't know what you're doing.

[ooc: If anyone wants McCoy (or one of the other non injured, surviving medical staff) spam or in a log, let me/us know, and feel free to spam off this entry.]

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[Merlin bites the inside of his mouth for a second, because he knows enough about triage to know that 'checking on' people is nowhere near a high priority - but he hears the softness under the brusque overtone and he understands what he's being offered here. And he does want to check on Arthur, needs to, it's bad enough news to know he's here at all. He nods quickly.]

I'll be back in a few minutes.

[And however briefly, he's gone.]