People were coming to, or shaking out of their daze. It seemed more and more people were able enough to help. Sean had repeated his earlier directions for triage. Those not in immediate danger, safe to move but unable to help were to maneuver to the starboard side where there was less rubble.
Amazingly, no one was yet dead so far. Some looked close to it. Broken limbs were plentiful, but the least worrisome. He'd directed those who could be saved but needed immediate care due to head, internal, penetrating or spinal injuries were to moves as little as possible and a broken chair leg was to be placed on the floor above their heads.
Sean was carefully checking vitals and maneuverability as others helped him gently move the wounded from the pileup at the bade of the port wall. He thought he saw a slash of green dress,no, it was brown. No... it was green, but bloodied.
"Sydney, if you can still hear me, we're moving as quickly as we can. Don't you move. NOBODY move until your checked over, no matter how much it hurts."
Finally he cleared the person laying on top of her, a portly man with both legs broken. Oh shit. There was a one foot splinter of what looked like chair leg protruding from her side. He had no idea how deep it went. Her breathing was shallow.
"I bet this is a date you'll always remember, huh?" He pushed the hair back from her face. Her face was covered in blood. Likely a nosebleed, but he had to check. "Hey, hey, open those big green eyes for me." He needed to see if she was concussed. "Can you talk?"