i'll need one from both of you, three copies, and i suggest you do that right now. the forms are in my office.
yes, very good idea. oh god, what a mess.
well, these things happen, of course.
well, it took an hour to get it sorted out. it seems a patient named guernsey died last night in eight-o-six, but that information wasn't given to the night nurses. these things happen.
at any rate, according to the cardex, the patient guernsey was down for twenty-five milligrams of sparine q- 6-h, so mrs. reardon sent nurse perez to give him his twelve o'clock shot. meanwhile, it seems dr. schaefer had usurped that particular bed for his own purposes. dr. brubaker suggests it was for a love tryst, and some weight is given that hypothesis by the fact that dr. schaefer was naked.
if i may finish, doctor. well, after perez gave him his shot, she noticed the i.v. on the bed had been pinched off, and she reported that back to mrs. reardon, who then assigned nurse rivers to restart the i.v. now rivers was a float. she didn't even know the staff people on the floor, and nobody knew what the patient guernsey looked like anyway, since he'd only been admitted that morning.
yes.
a liter.
i've got nearly a thousand nurses in this hospital.
will there be anything else, doctor?
i'm very sorry, doctor. may i?
oh, dear me, dorothy. i better get right down there directly. have you called the o.o.d.? and you better call dr. gilley. and you better call mr. sloan.  yes, i'll be down directly. i'm very sorry, doctor, but there's a real nasty one in the o.r. they've just operated on the wrong patient.
what happened?
well, who's the woman in the operating room?
is she dead?
good morning, doctor.
does anybody know who she is?
what's her chart say?
well, we'll just all have to stay here until mr. mead or someone from the o.o.d. comes back.