"Anyone can die here. Now lay down. I am capable of looking after both of you." Oh how he knew anyone could die here.

"You can take a seat and catch your breath. I don't need you falling out on me." He took the sheet and started pulling Eric's shirt away from the wound, then wrapping him in the sheet, using it to cool while he examined the wound.

"Alan is stable, you are not - it's called triage. Now be calm, both of you."