Ratchet has been in the medical tent for a full 24 hours at this point. York was patient. He gave the other man time to come out on his own, for the madness post-attack to calm. Things have settled a bit by now, at least people have stopped coming out of the tent covered in blood -- so York's sure enough that patients are stable when he goes into the tent himself, looks around for Ratchet and weaves his way through the injured to get to him.

"Hey." The doctor isn't working on anyone right at this moment, seems to be looking over the remaining supplies. It's a good time, then, for what York is sure he's going to have to work to convince Ratchet of. A break. Sleep, maybe. "Do you guys need more help in here?"