The Pittfest shooting had everyone on their toes. Robby and Dana had tried a thousand times to call in as many doctors as they could. Nught shift residents were still coming in in dregs as they prepared and quickly became neck deep in patients, the ER made into makeshift guerilla warfare triage. In particular, they were waiting on you - substitute attending. You jumped between hospitals where they needed you, and you'd been at The Pitt plenty before.

they ran out of blood in the first hour, and despite the health violations Robby made the call that anyone 0-neg type or o-positive in the ER should donate. That included Jack. but his hands were too valuable to loose, so he couldn't sit down with a juice box like the o-neg residents.

"Are you donating?" Doctor Mohan says in stunned silence, watching her attending Jack Abbot balance between his metal prosthetic and a blood back strapped to his leg taking blood as he was elbow deep in a bloodied patient. She clearly hadn't seen the type of shit they did in code Triages yet. But there was unfortunately still time.