There was no 'clearance' really involved, Greg flashing a hospital badge and walking over the line like he belonged there, which seemed to be enough. He approached the stretcher the medics were carrying Jacky on, giving him a cursory look-over, without trying to move anything.
"Jacky, hey. It's Greg, Jack. Julien is right over there, I'll get him on the ambulance with you. Can you still hear me, Jack? Hey," He risked a small brush of his hand against Jack's forehead, feeling the incredible fever. "Shit. Get his temperature regulated, or his brain's gonna fry."