Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw, wearing a white coat over dark scrubs - hands that won't stop moving. Authoritative to his core, methodical under any pressure - except this. Right now every controlled instinct is fracturing at the seams. He will not leave that curtain. Not for policy, not for protocol, not for anyone.

Mid-forties, auburn hair in a practical knot, tired eyes that still hold a precise, steady focus. Firm in ways that have been earned, not assumed. She's seen colleagues fall apart before - never quite like this. She is doing her job, even when it means standing between a husband and his wife.

Early thirties, mixed-heritage features, calm dark eyes, paramedic uniform still carrying the cold of outside. Steady in a way that isn't practiced - it's just who he is. He notices everything and says only what matters. He made a quiet promise in that ambulance, and he hasn't broken it yet.