<strong><strong>Mox Harris, M.D. --Moving to Bed 2 with patient Bill Burpleson and Dr. Bob  Boss</strong><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Mox turned to Boss's offered hand and shook it.<br/><br/>"Just call me Mox," he said, "Doctor Harris was my dad's name."<br/><br/>As Boss gave Markum a glowing review, Mox couldn't help but look instinctively for a brown ring around the intern's young nose.  He even leaned forward and gazed at the tip of it for a moment.    Mox wasn't into power tripping people, that was something he'd gotten over when over in Nam.  But this guy might need to be taken down a notch or two.<br/><br/>As the next patient arrived, Mox's smile was replaced by that of a thoughtful considering look.  He really enjoyed doing his job, and, in spite of the fact he spent a quarter of his time with a nurse attached to his dick, he actually liked doing the job he was paid for.  Helping people.  His stomach lurched as he saw the mess that was supposedly human being moved toward Bed. 2.<br/><br/>He caught the eyes of the other Dr. Harris, also not his father, and waived him over to join them.<br/><br/>Mox followed the orderlies to the bed and supervised the transfer of the patient.  He took the chart from the bed and moved up toward the beady eyes peering out through the slits of plaster as he glanced through the pages.  He handed it over to Bob so he could see the notes there.<br/><br/>"Mr. Burpleson," Mox said, "You've been in a very bad accident.  Looks like your bike lost out to a rather large truck.  You're in the hospital, and I think you're going to be here a while"<br/><br/>Mox was not thrilled with this particular turn of events.   Burpleson was a notorious Hell's Angel who had way too many friends who would be upset with anything that could go wrong in the hospital, and just as many enemies who would like to see him dead.<br/><br/>He turned to Bob and Cliff and whispered, "If this man dies, we are in deep doo-doo."<br/><br/>"The good news is, " he said louder so that Burpleson could hear him,"you're in stable condition and all you have to do now is get better.  Okay?"<br/><br/>He tapped the chart and said to the interns, "Look over everything they've done and the labs.  Prioritize the issues and set up a treatment plan."<br/><br/>Mox, of course, had already done this in his head after reviewing the chart.  He casually adjusted the tubes and made sure all the drips were still working.  He upped the dose on the morphine drip.  No need to keep this guy awake any longer than necessary.