Julie Markum, M.D.  In B-ward<br/><hr/><br/>Julie followed the group to the new patient, but couldn't help but stare as Dr. Harris made eyes at the new nurse.  When he pulled out a joint and sniffed it while wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at Nurse Frost, her lips parted in gentle astonishment.  She blinked her eyes a couple  of times and turned her attention back to the poor battered woman.  She'd encountered a few patients like this in her rotations in Med School, but this was particularly sad.  The poor thing had developed disassociate disorder of some magnitude.<br/><br/>She looked at the really late new guy's coat to get his name and make a note of it.  He seemed like an easy going guy with a brain versus the real slacker that had shown up a while ago, Cliff Harris.  She smiled at the description of his van.  Sounded utterly charming in a way.  She smiled at him.<br/><br/>Pointedly ignoring Bob Boss, she moved closer to Adams and filled him in on the current happenings quietly summarizing what they had been up to and what he had missed.