as someone who’s unfortunately been in a hospital during a targeted shooter situation, the acting in 9x18 was INSANE. the pure desperation and fear on the first nurses face bc she was just threatened with a gun. chim and hens thinly veiled anger bc they have people they love locked behind closed doors. the nurses crying and trying so hard not to make a sound underneath the tables. the dead silence in the OR rooms because they know what’s going to happen. the fear of knowing you could die at any second. May screaming “no no NO NO NO” as the gunman points his weapon at Ravi. the calm feeling of inevitability of your own death. the distant screams of strangers echoing through the hallways, not knowing if it’s you next. The strange sereneness of the hallways being dead quiet. the moment. the gunshots go off and people stop everything bc there’s a shooter. someone’s here to kill people. someone’s here to kill you. and then learning that it’s targeted and an involuntary sigh of relief goes through you because. it’s not you. and then you feel guilty bc it’s not you sure. but it’s someone else. it’s a person who might not make it home standing. it’s a patient, a doctor, s nurse. a friend. the desperation and helplessness of knowing your friends are trapped in there with a horrible evil person and praying that they’re cowards for once. the moment after when the persons caught. when people are coaxed out of closets and from under desks. when a nurse is holding someone else, someone who was at the mercy of that horrible person and lost. long swaths of blood down the hallway from when a brave soul dragged somebody out of the line of fire. when people are running through the halls desperate to find their loved ones. when names become prayers. the heartbreak of not getting there in time.
