The door creaked and opened.
A man shuffled out, took several uncertain steps before crumbling completely to the floor. A man with skin so sickly it was almost ashen. A man with foam flecking his mouth. A man with wide, glazing eyes. A man in a rumpled suit, all stained with sweat. Trailing behind him like a limp tail was a duffel bag. He is groaning and gagging; one hand claws at the earth.
Those who wish may make a Wits + Medicine roll to figure what ails the main. If you wish to administer first aid, then Intelligence + Medicine + relevant specialties -3 penalty (lack of equipment, light, etc)
And of course, you can do Other Things as well...