[b]Day 1, Late afternoon - Med Tent Alpha[/b]

[i]"It's Jenny."[/i]

That really was all Dr. Biermann needed to hear, and he could swear that his heart skipped a beat at the two simple words, a cold rush sweeping through him as he feared the worst. Losing Yolonda earlier that morning had taken a toll on the doctor, and with each subsequent loss following through the morning as more of the survivors fell to their injuries, he found himself losing much of the hope he typically tried to have.
Silently, quickly, the doctor walked over and took up the chart for the young woman as his gaze flicked to Annalise as she joined them. He wasn't even sure if he had heard the fellow surgeon's words. Still, he could take a guess, and turning his gaze back to the chart he spoke shortly, not meaning to come off as rude or harsh, as many would know. Still, his words were cutting nonetheless, "Anywhere," he told the other woman, "Everywhere. Just make another round and ensure everyone is stable. I'll call you if I need you," and with that, his attention was fully on Jenny's chart as he looked over the numbers.
"Damn..." the quiet word escaped his lips like a desperate whisper and he swiftly returned the chart to its place before dropping back down to fret over the injured woman. He worked at adjusting the elevation of her legs while he checked her pulse, shaking his head all the while with both worry and frustration. The frustration was at himself for not managing her symptoms sooner and he couldn't help but scold himself internally.
"We need to get her set up with an infusion of tranexamic acid, stat," he said, though it couldn't even be said that he was speaking directly to Samantha by that point, so much as just giving an order for anyone to listen to.