The first test of the adults so-called competence came almost immediately.
While the staff had been panicking, Mika had been observing.
He had noted the injuries among the group—cuts and gashes from falling debris, a few obvious broken bones, one nurse with a deep laceration along her forearm that was still bleeding freely.
These were doctors and nurses. Treating wounds was literally their profession.
But as he watched them attempt to care for one another, his expression grew darker and darker.
"No, no, you're doing it wrong!"
A young doctor snapped at a nurse who was trying to bandage a colleague's head wound.
"You need to apply pressure first, then wrap—"
"I know how to bandage a wound!"
"Clearly you don't, because you're making it worse!"
The patient, a middle-aged attendant with a gash above his eyebrow winced and pulled away.
"Could you both please stop arguing and just fix it?!"
