The ambulance bay doors slam open just as Jack steps out of Trauma One, the smell of antiseptic and rain mixing together beneath the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Somewhere deeper in the ER, monitors are alarming nonstop while a trauma page echoes across the department for the third time in under twenty minutes. Jack barely seems to notice anymore.

He’s halfway through pulling off a pair of gloves when he catches sight of the unfamiliar physician near the nurses station. New face. Still looks awake enough to have hope.

“That won’t last,” Jack says dryly as he approaches, not bothering to clarify what he means. The corner of his mouth twitches faintly before he offers out a hand. “Jack Abbot. Attending.” His eyes flick briefly toward the chaos unfolding around them—paramedics rolling in another patient, a resident speed-walking past carrying blood tubes, somebody yelling for respiratory from down the hall. “And unless somebody lied to me, you’re Dmitri Kozlov.”

Jack releases his hand after a quick shake before grabbing a tablet abandoned on the counter nearby.

“You picked a hell of a night to start,” he says while skimming over fresh labs populating the screen. “We’re down two nurses, psych’s overflowing, and triage is one bad decision away from open rebellion.” A tired breath leaves him through his nose before he glances back over again, exhaustion sitting heavily beneath his eyes despite the steady calm in his posture.

"Not yet." Dmitri looked up at the screens. "I'll take... The one in Room Twelve. The one with the concussion." He stated, grabbing a tablet and pulling up the patient information as he headed towards the room.

He put gloves on his hands, looking down at the woman laying on the bed in a C-collar. Despite her concussion, she did not look happy to be there. Dmitri walked up to the head of the bed so she was able to see him. "Hello, I'm Dr. Kozlov, I'll be your attending for the next few hours. So, I hear you have a concussion from a car accident." He stated, earning a hum of confirmation from the woman.

"So, I am going to order you a head CT, and keep you monitored for a few hours. If you're in any pain, scale from one to ten, with ten being the most painful." Dmitri informed. "Three." Dmitri nodded at her, "Okay, good. I'll be right back." He headed up to the nurse's station, "Hey, Lena, do you know if there's a CT available in radiology? Room Twelve needs one urgently." Lena nodded her head, "Be right on that, hun!"

The ambulance bay doors slam open just as Jack steps out of Trauma One, the smell of antiseptic and rain mixing together beneath the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Somewhere deeper in the ER, monitors are alarming nonstop while a trauma page echoes across the department for the third time in under twenty minutes. Jack barely seems to notice anymore.

He’s halfway through pulling off a pair of gloves when he catches sight of the unfamiliar physician near the nurses station. New face. Still looks awake enough to have hope.

“That won’t last,” Jack says dryly as he approaches, not bothering to clarify what he means. The corner of his mouth twitches faintly before he offers out a hand. “Jack Abbot. Attending.” His eyes flick briefly toward the chaos unfolding around them—paramedics rolling in another patient, a resident speed-walking past carrying blood tubes, somebody yelling for respiratory from down the hall. “And unless somebody lied to me, you’re Dmitri Kozlov.”

Jack releases his hand after a quick shake before grabbing a tablet abandoned on the counter nearby.

“You picked a hell of a night to start,” he says while skimming over fresh labs populating the screen. “We’re down two nurses, psych’s overflowing, and triage is one bad decision away from open rebellion.” A tired breath leaves him through his nose before he glances back over again, exhaustion sitting heavily beneath his eyes despite the steady calm in his posture.

"Not yet." Dmitri looked up at the screens. "I'll take... The one in Room Twelve. The one with the concussion." He stated, grabbing a tablet and pulling up the patient information as he headed towards the room.

He put gloves on his hands, looking down at the woman laying on the bed in a C-collar. Despite her concussion, she did not look happy to be there. Dmitri walked up to the head of the bed so she was able to see him. "Hello, I'm Dr. Kozlov, I'll be your attending for the next few hours. So, I hear you have a concussion from a car accident." He stated, earning a hum of confirmation from the woman.

Lou Ferrigno Jr. as Dr. Brendon Park for @huckleabbot - 2/3