Pittfest was in the middle of a shooting. The whole ER switched to emergency triage mode as they prepared for the first wave of victims. Emergency crates of medical supplies were being shoved into the family room, surely to be blown through in minutes. Nurses corralled parties out and upstairs, most of the med students scattered and panicked. But the ones that had done this before? Dana, Robby, You, Mckay and Abbot? You were all the focused, almost morbid calm amongst it all. Jack called everyone in around the nurses station, explaining the slap band system of importance, then came the high-vis vests.

Primaries were being assigned to the more confident doctors and staff. For example, Dana, the primary charge nurse provided support and supplies. It meant everyone knew who they needed to go for for what.

"I am taking primary ER, who is taking primary surgery?" Jack said with what could arguably be unsettling calm, holding up the bright orange high-vis beside his own. It meant no doubt sharing patients, being elbow deep in the same body. And a whole lot of high stress work. He raised an eyebrow at you.