19.3 Triage

"W-We buried them," Emeraud awkwardly answered just as I heard her exit the tent just behind Anna. "We couldn't just... leave them behind..."

If I was any other professional, I would've asked the follow-up question of 'How deep did you bury them?' But my heart couldn't take it anymore as the moans of the injured just echoed all around us. I could even feel a few stares landing at me as I tried to swallow the growing anxiety and pressure that I knew was being piled on top of me by my own guilty conscience. This was a situation that I had no training for. Well, technically, I had attended a seminar on proper work safety protocols that actually had first aid built into it, but this was different. This was a full-blown medical disaster, and despite not having intimate knowledge of medicine, I was still somehow the most qualified to work simply because I had some lingering knowledge about modern sensibilities in treating the injured.