In a way this sort of thing plays to my strengths. I have enough knowledge (First Aid, Advanced First Aid) to know the basics (blood, breathing, brains, bones) as well as knowing my limits. Mostly what I want to do is make sure nothing gets worse until the professionals can take over. I also do much better when I'm in a 1:1 interaction than in general. Anyone who's watched me at a party versus having a dinner out with me can tell you about that. I still remember a past gf exclaiming how different I was in person versus in a group. So when there's a person in need I can focus pretty well on helping them, particularly when they're right in front of me.
I also don't tend to freak out in media res. I will freak out beforehand - I get terrible stage fright 24 hours before a show, but when it's time to go on I'm over it. I am used to pushing through, and Just Dealing.
This all reminded me of a line about keeping one's head. I've been known to like problematic things, among them Kipling. Those who know the source of my journal's tag line are likely unsurprised. It's been a while since I read this poem by him, but it's a favorite.
Titled simply "If..."
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!