"Spell world backwards, ma'am," Martha instructed, reaching to take the woman's pulse so she could give an accurate measure to the ambulance. "Now count backwards by 7 from 100 for me."
Then she heard the blissful sound of sirens. In what seemed like moments, the injured were packed up, and sent off, and she'd given her statement. She was covered in blood, suddenly exhausted, and all she could think about as the ambulances drove away was how badly she wanted a cheeseburger.
"Know of a diner around here?" she asked the other doctor. "We look like hell, but I could use a cheeseburger before going home." Home. The TARDIS. Not real home. "Someone should have a good Samaritans discount, yeah?"