Dr.Dr. Moriat wanted to see the subject for herself, for there was one major anomaly in the data: the subject's vital signs actually seemed to be improving. Never one to leave her fame to chance, she wanted to double- check the monitors herself to make sure that the nurses were reporting correctly, and that the equipment had actually been connected correctly. Nurse Martin was running through the duties of her scheduled patient check. She didn't want to spend any more time than absolutely necessary around the patient. Strange things had been happening in that room. The log had showed that she had not checked the patient at 11:30 and noon. Odder still was her inability to remember where she had been during that time. The old man seemed to do nothing but sleep now, the increased Darvon keeping him placid. She still felt nervous. She was also worried about working on the same floor as Jeff. Her ex- husband's appearance in the patient's room had unnerved her greatly. Sara didn't know which was worse, the gap in her memory or Jeffery's presence. The door flew open, scaring the already-rattled nurse. It was _her_, the lady doctor in charge. Vivienne fixed the nurse with a withering glare. "I have come to verify your reports," she said, voice authoritative, with an edge of suspicion. Sara inwardly sighed in relief; she had copied the readings from the computer during the missed visits into the nurses' log. Vivienne decided that the nurse looked appropriately intimidated, and walked crisply over to the monitors. "I do not believe that you are reading these correctly," Vivienne remarked imperiously. Insulted, Sara headed towards the snotty bitch with the French accent. |