Mello turned to the doorway and scanned the new arrivals, running mental triage with his eyes narrow and the thin scissors still dangling from his fingers. If this was the type of thing that he had to worry about at night, he was even more determined not to venture beyond the nearby hallways. It had been a long time since he'd seen this much blood in one place.

Before moving towards the groups, he glanced over at the other patients to see if there was anyone who could be removed to make room for the new arrivals. The two at the other bed, an prone blond man and a tall man with dark hair, seemed to be having an argument of some sort. A one-sided argument. That was never a good sign in a hospital.

He moved over and took a place beside the taller man, immediately pressing his fingers to the bandaged man's throat. His eyes widened when he noticed the blood at the edge of his mouth--what the hell had Tamaki been thinking, asking him to suture someone while someone else was in shock from blood loss? The man's heartbeat was weak and irregular...standard, given his condition, but that was far from a good sign. "How long as he been bleeding like this?" he asked without glancing up. He tucked the scissors into the edge of his waistband (he'd try not to do anything that would cause him to regret that later) and pressed his other hand lightly against the bandage on the man's arm to test his reaction to pain. Hopefully, he wasn't too far gone to feel that.

He hadn't yet checked the patient's breathing, though he would as soon as he'd counted enough heartbeats to trust the pulse.