"Failure isn't important. Do your best and you won't fail, even if it's not the outcome we want. The next patient needs you to have put aside whatever happened with the last one, and just be focused on them." It was absolutely true as Faith saw it, that sort of negative feeling might well pull her down and that would be no use to the next patient. Plus, if you gave up upon losing a patient, no one would ever be a doctor, Faith was quite sure. So she gave Symbri a quick smile and nodded
"Good. Good technique, all fine. Alright, I'm stitching now, notice how I put the stitches outside the wound, not too close? You don't want to risk ripping the skin further or the stitches slipping" Faith worked efficiently, clearing her head of all distractions, blocking out the people that she wasn't helping right now because right now she was doing a job and that job had to be done. Help one, or help none, those were her options and so she helped them, one at a time.
She was just finishing the stitching, talking to Symbri as she did, explaining what she did, how she had started in the middle of the cut because the wound was so big and jagged. So, closing up the middle first made sense. That was also, she explained, why she hadn't elevated the leg. Normally, when bleeding occurred, one could use physics to one's favour, she had smiled when she said that
"If we lower a bleeding limb, the blood more easily just leaves. If we raise it, we lessen the bleeding. Physics and medicine. She had gestured, however, to this wound
"But it was tearing further with every movement, so I made the decision not to. It's a personal call, but normally, you clamp on pressure and elevate. This one was too big and ripping too much. But we're getting there now"
He'd lost a lot of blood, this man. Faith wasn't sure whether he was going to make it, but she was sure that what she and Symbri were doing would make it a possibility and before they had worked here, it had not been. Faith continued to stitch and had just said to Symbri
"Just a few more and we'll be done here, then we...." Whatever was going to be next was lost as a group burst in, five walking and three being carried by their companions. There was blood everywhere and two of the ones being carried, looked to be about as close to death as it was possible to be and still breathe. Faith looked down at what she was doing and stepped to the side, pulling Symbri to place where she had been moments before.
"Finish this, five more stitches. Then knot it like I did on the other side and come over to help. Be effective, be efficient and be brave. I believe in you"
She didn't wait to see if Symbri did it, she moved over to the new arrivals. One was way beyond anything they were going to be able to do for him, at a glance. She prayed to Famula that She might come and ease his passing, that his blood had been shed in service to the city and that Her lantern migt light his way to where She deemed him to go. A brief trill, it was all she had, but she had to make the prayer. She motioned to the nurse
"Take him to the green bay, thank you. Alright, lets have a look at you" She looked at the others and said to the man who was carrying his companion or friend
"Just lay him down here, please. Let me just see, thank you." The man in question was covered in deep gashes and Faith took the time she needed to just judge which one was the worse and she started her treatment there. Another medic, a woman with long red hair was there and seeing to the second most injured. Faith glanced at the man who had brought his friend, carried him all this way and her sharp eyes caught sight of the cut on his arm. It was pouring blood and Faith looked around for a nurse. There was none and, if she left this one, then he would die.
"Sir, your arm, that cut there that's bleeding? I'd like you to raise it above your head, sit down there and grab hold of the wound with your other hand, pressing as hard as you can, alright. That's it. Excellent. Help is just on the way"
And indeed, she prayed to her beloved Famula that it was. Symbri was about to get another new experience, she considered, ignoring the blood that pooled around her and instead holding a vein closed in one hand, whilst she started to stitch it. Almost literally elbow deep in the man she was working on, she had to stem this bleeding now or he was going to exsanguinate. If Symbri came over, she would smile at the young woman with a very calm expression.
"Examine that wound, please, and tell me what you're seeing. Thank you" 
