Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. That hurt. He gritted his teath against screaming . But his shoulder slid back into place and he was able to move his arm.
"Thanks. Much better. I think we need to triage here. Check breathing and circulation. Don't move anyone. If they're awake see if they can move their feet. It's risky, but if they can move their feet roll them to check for major injuries, including a solid or swollen stomach or uneven eyes. Don't spend too long on any one person. Get those who can up and walking and helping. Even with a broken arm they can put pressure on wounds." Sean explained to Kaz and the guard.
Disaster training, he had hoped he'd never need it. Oh, Molly. But he couldn't leave these people. He could only pray to God that she was alright first, and someone was taking care of her second.
"We don't have time for CPR untill everyone's checked. It's a bitch, but we need to help as many as we can, and it looks like we're gonna loose a few that aren't already gone." There was blood everywhere. Smears of it, pools of it. People sliced by glass , even minor injuries added to thone bleeding out.
Sean scanned the people he could see for a green dress. Sydney. A lot of people were piled at the base of the port wall or close to it, from the last major roll.