<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, ATTENDING TO BAMBI MARTIN WITH DR. STANLEY ADAMS</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Nice to meet you Adams, I'm looking forward to working with you. Can you believe Dr. Bob, man? He's the smartass about my height who won't shut up, by the way. Someone TURF that man down to Gyno to have his head extracted from his rectum with obstetric forceps,"</strong>Jackson chuckled as he headed over to the blonde patient assigned to them.<strong>"Hey honey, you doing all right?"</strong>he grinned at the eager-looking young lady, then received an unfortunate answer when she doubled up in pain. Trying not to panic, Rogers grabbed the girl's charts. This one definitely<em>had</em>had an overdose. The way she was clutching her stomach definitely didn't look like she'd snorted or injected whatever was poisoning her.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Bambi, I'm Doctor Jackson and this is Doctor Stan,"</strong>he said softly, feeling the side of her neck with two fingers to check her heart rate. It was racing.<strong>"She could seize at any moment, we should give her some diazepam if only to calm her down. Nurse! 15 milligrams of diazepam, stat!"</strong>he shouted at the pretty black haired nurse assigned to his patient. After injecting it in her upper arm, he smiled bravely at Bambi as he kept his hand on her neck to feel her pulse start to drop slowly.<strong>"Adams, can you close the curtains round the bed?"</strong>he asked.<br/><br/><strong>"You might feel a little woozy from the shot, honey, but it should make you feel a little better,"</strong>Jackson explained. She was almost too hot a patient to handle with gloves on, he thought to himself.<strong>"So Bambi, it says in your chart that you're a stewardess, and came to the hospital straight off the plane from Miami. How long did you start feeling sick for before you got here?"</strong>he asked, exchanging a grin with Adams.<strong>"Hold still, gurl, I'm just listening to see if your insides are calming down,"</strong>he grinned at her as he took out his stethoscope, feeling professional, and slowly slid the cold metal bell up Bambi's stomach, noting the rumbling and sloshing in her lower digestive tract, then moved the stethoscope higher, just under the ribcage to check her breathing, then, no doubt ticklishly, moved it higher still to rest in her cleavage and listen to her heart valves pumping and thumping. He suppressed the urge to grope her an inch or two from his stethoscope.<br/><br/>Jackson sat down on a chair beside her and motioned for Stan to take a seat too. Smiling angelically at Bambi, he took her hand and moved his head close to hers.<strong>"Tell me, Bambi, how much cocaine did you have inside you? It's OK, it'll be our secret, but we need to make sure we've got it all out,"</strong>he whispered, and lowered his ear to her lips.