Re: Medical.
Mary Jane Watson could survive most things. Blood and bruises didn't faze her the way they used to. She'd watched and patched up Peter Parker more times than she could count. The medical floor was silent for too long, and then she prayed for silence. The silence meant that people were alive, they were not screaming in pain. MJ didn't like watching teenagers being dragged in with gashes the size of her arm. She powered through the motions, doling out kindness and comfort as well as bandages and medications. She felt for temperatures (a sign of an infection setting in) and broken bones.
When the first bite victim came in, all that MJ could think of was meat. She'd held down the bile and focused on her tasks, but then a second bite victim came in, and for a split second, all that she could see was Peter. Peter covered in blood. Peter with teeth marks. This wasn't Peter, though. It was Ben, and the realization brought no relief with it. Would they lose him a third time?
"I'll get more gauze." They needed the supplies, but MJ's real reason was clear as day on her face. She spent a good five minutes, choking back tears and praying to whatever god might be out there in this world to spare Ben.