Mox Harris with Bobby Boss and Cliff Harris at bed 2 with Burpleson<hr/><br/>Mox was just about to say something to Boss and  Harris  when Nurse Fairchild's shout from bed ten distracted him.  He had assumed that the Jane Doe was going to get some blood drawn.  Turning, he could see the tell-tale signs of a lumbar puncture and looked in horror at Dr. Harris.<br/><br/>"What the fuck did you do to her?" he asked.   And then he added, "Bob, don't let Harris touch this patient."<br/><br/>He didn't wait for an answer but moved quickly across the ward toward the other bed.<br/><br/>He nodded at Nurse Fairchild and saw that she'd already handed Montero the intubation kit.  "Quickly, doctor," he said, urging her on.  "If we don't work quickly enough, we might just need to move onto a full trache.  Let's get this lady some air, shall we?"<br/><br/>He could do it quickly, he knew, and he would give Montero another thirty seconds to get the tube in the patient before acting.  If she couldn't do this, she had no business being an intern.  He grabbed the suctioning tube, though and began vacuuming up what he could while patiently waiting for the new young doctor to show her stuff, ready to step in only if he was really needed.<br/><br/>He watched the monitor on the patient, thinking that things were moving south rather quickly.  Blood pressure was dropping, the heart rate was all over the place and the EKG was showing extreme tachycardia.  His past experienced told him there wasn't much he could do, but he figured every intern needed to learn what it was like to lose a patient.<br/>