The flow had already started, from broken arms that could be easily mended only to let the fighter run back out again, to the deeper cuts and burns that would take days, perhaps even weeks to heal.
Patient after patient before the sorting started, waiters, bleeders, those already dead. It was as such a victim, Smethmyck first categorised the blond man arriving by portkey to the floor of the lobby. Another dead. He didn't even look twice until they said he was still breathing - in which instant he moved twice as fast.
Indeed, he was still breathing, if barely. A Cassius Vaisey according to his papers, Auror. 'Get him into a room for treatment immediately,' Smethmyck ordered, yet even as he followed he did not believe the man would be alive for long. He noted so, and handed the information to a medi-witch to put onto the lists being compiled at the moment over those coming in.
Cassius Vaisey - badly injured, possibly dead or dying