Evangeline felt a decided sense of urgency. And on the other hand, almost at the same time, there was a feeling of dread. Half of her wanted to just know what had happened, if her father was safe. Her other half reasoned he most likely wasn't, and that clinging on to hope for a little longer couldn't hurt. Her emotional turmoil was clear on the nurse's expression, but her actions still rolled in the best possible way.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath as she reached the car, and waited for Eric to finish his question. Her lips were already parting to answer, whatever it would be, when the nurse started talking about the papers. Being a nurse herself, Evangeline did know it was customary, but apparently the nurse didn't want to risk not following the protocol even during an emergency.<br/><br/>When the voice called out for help, she sprung to her feet. "All right. I'll deal with it." She really didn't want to, but his words about heading back to the site reassured her a little.<br/><br/>She filled out the forms quickly and had every intention to head back out, but more and more people just kept pouring in, and moved by both instinct and the knowledge that they simply couldn't do without any available pair of hands, she started checking the patients. Some looked pretty bad, enough to turn a sensitive stomach, but the nurse didn't seem to have one.<br/><br/>When Eric found her, she was checking the vitals on a patient. "Evangeline, Eva, whatever you prefer", she replied without looking up. Only after a moment she looked back up at him, swallowing hard. "I don't think I can do it now. But he's probably not okay. Thank you anyway."