Following closely behind the other two, Maki could tell that Tegoshi-san was excited, but she didn't share his excitement. Instead, worry etched across her features. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. If she considered the situation thoroughly, it wasn't a very good one. At the moment, there were only her and Tegoshi-san that weren't from the graveyard shift. In other words, everyone but the two of them would already be at their limit, and in comes a five car crash?
As they approached the ER, she bit her lip at the scene before her. Things were happening left and right, with staff preparing for the patients that were already at the door of the hospital. She was so nervous; so mixed up in her panicking thoughts, that she almost didn't hear Aiba-san's introduction. She was a beat slow, but she introduced herself awkwardly: "Ah, um. Horikita Maki desu. Yoroshiku." It took all her effort to keep the shakiness out of her voice.
Just as she was clenching her fist (so tightly that her knuckles turned white) to tell herself, you can do it, Maki!, the first of the patients were wheeled in, filling the air with their conditions. And there was blood. Lots and lots of blood. Oh God.