Sometimes you were just in the right place at the right time. While the medical staff had been notified to be on alert for the day, Ashling, of course, had no idea. She wasn't staff, of course. She just happened to be sitting in the lobby, reading a book, when she heard a noise outside. And then, prayer. Ashling lowered her book and looked up, and realized she was in the lobby alone. She vaguely remembered the front desk having to leave and fetch another guest extra pillows. Ashling set her book down and headed towards the front doors. When she saw what was on the other side, she sprang into action immediately. There was a great deal of blood on his right side, all seeming to originate from his shoulder. She opened the doors just enough to slip through without hitting him, and crouched down at his side.
"Sir? It's okay, I'm a nurse," she said, immediately checking for the wound. Gunshot. Great. She looked up briefly, putting the pieces together in her mind as best she could. Badly parked car, blood on the door. He'd driven here, guests weren't shooting at each other. That was a plus. There didn't appear to be anyone else in the car, so she could focus entirely on him. Since she'd heard him speaking in Spanish, she repeated herself in the same language just in case. She needed to get him to Dr. Mallory. Putting pressure on the wound, she again spoke in Spanish. "Can you walk if I help you? Just inside the doors?"