“You did the right thing,” Benevenuta tells her - her voice is pitched soothing, halfway between a really good bedside manner and plain maternal, with a kind of steadiness that avoids the tension spikes that always set off the rest of a room, especially when there's blood involved. “We're just going to get your new friend up here on the exam table, yes, easy like this, very careful. On three. One, two, three-”

She's already made up her mind to do at least a cursory examination of Megan as well, but for the time being she focuses on the woman bleeding in front of her, snagging the rolling cabinet with her foot and bringing it closer to get a pair of scissors to clear fabric of her path to the injury. She can already tell it doesn't have to be a life-threatening one, but that doesn't make it any more pleasant and it doesn't mean it couldn't become one if she isn't smart about it.