Dr. Tanaka was intensely focused as the surgery proceeded. As always she was precise and quick when someone went under her knife. Her assistants watched with amazement as she proceeded to deal with Smith’s internal injuries with all the outward calm of someone waiting for the bus. Each time she asked for a surgical implement, her tone was perfectly even. In reality, there were plenty of feelings of anxiety and tension for Sarah to deal with—but they were pushed aside in the heat of the moment as they had been since med school.<br/><br/>The operation was surprisingly brief, and thankfully her patient was still breathing by the time Sarah stitched her fellow private up. By this time, there were a few new arrivals to deal with—none of her new patients needed attention so drastic as a major surgery, and Sarah went about stabilizing them using her usual methods of triage.<br/><br/>Eventually Sarah had a minute to spare, and set her assistants to the task of checking what was in the infirmary and making sure it matched the computer records—the young medic did not want to suddenly come up short on any important supplies. But she suspected there would not be much time for this task before more bad news or wounded arrived.