It was obvious that Travis hadn't wanted to come inside the hospital, even though he knew that he would need to be checked out. Ryan sympathized with him to a point, he hated missing work too, and there had been a few times during his residency where the attending had sent him home for being sick, or when he had tried to work on a severely sprained ankle after a running accident. Travis seemed like the kind of guy who was committed to his job, and Ryan could appreciate that. EMT's played an important role in the community, they were often the first people that patients saw before additional medical treatment and they had saved countless lives. That was something to be proud of, a reason to want to stay at work, but tonight it couldn't be avoided.

“This way,” Ryan said once Travis had stepped out of the rig. He pointed the other man in the right direction and followed along.

Thankfully for Travis, there was a lull in the ER and there weren't too many traumas until later in the night. “So, what happened?” he asked, grabbing the necessary paper work from the nurses station on his way over to an available space. He pulled the curtain back and motioned to the empty gurney. It felt good to be active again, to see his job as more than just signing off on forms and seeing patients for a few minutes at a time. 

“It's not every day that we get frying pan injuries around here,” he chuckled. Concussions were common, but they usually happened to teenagers who played sports like hockey or football, or small toddlers who had taken a tumble in the backyard. After filling out some of the information on the forms, Ryan moved toward Travis to take a look at his head. Carefully, he pulled the gauze back with gloved hands and saw that the gash was fairly deep. “You might need some stitches,” he noted, more to himself than anything. He reached for something to clean away the blood, needing a better view.