<br/><strong><strong>Mox Harris, M.D. --Roaming and Supervising in Ward B</strong><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Mox had to agree with Goldwasser's assessment of Jane Doe's gray matter.  He wished, frequently, that they had some way of looking at the brain that showed the delicate intricacies and not just vague shapes.<br/><br/>He moved up and down the ward, listening in and observing people at their various tasks, not too concerned about any of the new interns killing anyone so easily or so soon.  Sure, it was almost a given that someone would die here, in this very room maybe within hours.  It was inevitable.<br/><br/>He nodded occasionally as people noticed his presence but generally let them do their work.   When Goldwasser gave him the heads up about the next patient coming up he looked around the ward to see who was active on an emergent case or who might be available.<br/><br/>Cliff Harris and Montero were with Jane Doe, Markum and Boss were with Angels.  Goldwasser had called out the other new guy, what was his name? Stanley?  Mox made a note to look at him again.  It wasn't like him to forget a name.  He pulled his lower lip out in thought for a moment and made a quick assessment.<br/><br/>"Boss, wrap it up, hand over the patient to Markum and be ready to join me with the new case," he said.  He'd prefer to work with Markum, but that patient looked like she would be in better hands with a female doctor anyway.<br/><br/>Mox blew a friendly  kiss and winked at Nurse Lottie Anderson after speaking to Boss.  Picking up the chart he signed off on the orders without saying anything.   It would be interesting to see how the two resolved the issue around the detox.<br/>