Anselm

Shelly had known when she told Phil that she'd be happy to help him out it would end up with her having to do a rotation in the ER and sure enough, there she was. It wasn't that she wasn't capable; she'd cut her teeth on emergency medicine before shifting gears and going into a slower-paced element of medicine. It was just that one saw some weird shit in the ER and she generally got enough of that with her moonlighting gig.

Matt would call this training or something, she was sure of it.

It wasn't really a busy night, thank goodness, and the scruffy guy was triaged and shipped into an exam room where he'd wait for a minute or two at most before Shelly sauntered in, flipping through the chart.

"Mugging, huh?" Her dark eyes smiled a little at him sympathetically.