"No one really." Pete was still flipping through the entries on his phone, the ones posted before and after the official announcement. Looking at the screen was easier than watching the horror of it all flash so vividly on Sam's face. "Not anyone at the Capitol, at least. Everyone I have's here or at the LBJ."
And he'd need to check on Savannah, now that he thought about it, make sure she was okay even though he doubted that she'd been caught in the crossfire. But that would have to wait until he found out more about what he could do now, here at the hospital, if they needed the extra help tonight with anyone who'd been wounded.
Any other day, any other time, and he'd probably sit there with Sam for as long as she'd let him, whiling away time and pretending they were anywhere but here. But as much as he sometimes balked at responsibility, Pete couldn't stand by without making sure things were okay. "I should probably go," he said, looking up at her guiltily once he realized he'd just been ignoring her for the last couple of minutes. "I'll see you around, yeah?"