The hulking figure turned as a kid with neon blue hair came rushing into the exam room. He carried a large plastic bottle in his hand full of a strange pink liquid. Handing it to the hulking figure, he gaped at Beth on the table.<br/><br/>"Oh, man... She's really bad! Need anything else, Doc?"<br/><br/>"No, thanks Jake." he raised his voice so that he was addressing everyone, "Don't you all have training to get to? Give her some air, folks... she's fine. You're not helping here. Go on."<br/><br/>They all dispersed with a murming rumble, and the man addressed as Doc turned back to Jim, pointing to a chair against the wall behind him, "Look, man... I didn't say he was ONLY those things... those were just the first examples that came to mind. We are not fools here. I am not here to argue theology with you. I'm here to help your wife. Do you really want to stand here and lecture me? I'm sorry I said anything. Next time I want to tell you how remarkable I find you, or something you do, I'll keep my mouth shut."<br/><br/>With that, he opened the bottle, pulled the wheeled cart to his side, and bent over Beth to peel her eyelids open and peer into them. She flinched and stirred, but didn't wake.