"Move back," Amar said, barking the order out as if they were his interns at work. Or, the interns he used to have - there wasn't much demand for assistance in the coroner's office. The few gawkers stepped back and, finally, let the man do his job.
After a moment or so, Michael noted that all of her vital signs seemed fine, but fainting without waking up wasn't an indication of good health. So, he pulled his cell phone out of his jacket and called 911 while he was still kneeling next to the woman's prone form.
There was another long pause when he shut his cell and waited by the woman's side, thinking of what to do next. He wasn't the sort to care all that much about the living, but he did have the hippocratic oath to remember. So, he pressed his hand to her forehead, feeling her temperature, then pushing some stray strands of hair out of her face. Lastly, as he heard the sound of sirens muffled through the entranceway to the grocery, he patted the woman's side, looking for some sort of identification. The EMT would want to know her name so that he could try and wake her up.