Pete and Noa - Noon
The work is never-ending, a line of patients that seems to stretch out the door of the place they call their 'Chapel' as the few medics there do their best with what they've got. This kind of thing is exactly why he became an OB/GYN. Instead of the doom and despair in front of him, he gets the privilege to work with life. But what the hell else is he supposed to do?
Pete's sweating and hungry, but there's no time to stop as person after person gets triaged and directed to the next available helper. He's starting to feel a little over his head with everything -- it's been a long time since his general surgery rotations -- but Dr. Singh is there and as much as he hates to admit it, she's got more practical abilities to apply here.
He can't help but feel relieved when his next patient isn't immediately replaced by someone new, and it gives him time to gulp down a couple of sips of water. He wipes his forehead with the bottom of his shirt and, when he looks up again, spots blood seeping through bandages on a woman's shoulder. "Ma'am," he says, stepping forward. The dressing seems hastily applied. "I think you need that looked at again."