Topher had been taking a break after checking stock and seeing to a few patients already today. He would have liked to be sitting outside or perhaps even walking or a light jog but he hadn't really had the time today. It was warmer now so he liked to be outside rather than holed up inside. Of course, even though he had been here a year now, he still felt uncomfortable around the vast majority of the Chets.
At the sound of the first knock, or rather first bang, Topher frowned and glanced towards the door. He rose from his chair at the sound of his name and cautiously moved towards the door.
"Topher, I can't fucking breath. Help me damnit."
'Cautiously' went out the window at that.
The doctor opened the door and moved to Mac's side, barely even taking the time to check who it was and definitely not if anyone was with her.
"What the hell happened to you? Actually, don't answer that. Lets just get you inside." He moved to help her through the door and over to the examination bed. At the same time he tried to catalogue her injuries. Obviously she had been beaten up in some way, anyone could see that. The comment about not being able to breathe probably meant rib issues.