In a broken world, the first rule for a medic is keep the most wounded alive, no matter who they are. If you can’t treat someone because the supplies run out, you’re forced to look at who can get you through to the next camp, the next med kit, the next chance to get back to a stable area. That’s utilitarian triage in plain talk: you’re making a calculation based on survival, not on moral superiority. It doesn’t mean the value of a life is measured only by what it can do; it means you have to make the hard call with limited resources. Everyone matters, but the goal is to keep the whole squad going until you can do more than one fix at a time. It’s not betrayal, it’s survival.