"Yeah." Edwards fumbled across the night table for the lamp switch.
"This is Sergeant Cramer. Jensen's temperature jus spiked to 105."
"OK," Edwards said, switching on the light and sitting up. He cleared his throat. "I'll be right over." Even as he was hanging up, he was reaching under the bed for his shoes.
The ward master met him at the entrance to the unit and followed him hurriedly down the ward.
"He's becoming disoriented."
"What about the cultures?" Edwards asked quickly. "Still Pseudomonas?"
"No, this morning's grew out Klebsiella."
David was lying on the frame. All the covers were off and he was trembling.
"106," the medic said. reading the stool-smeared thermometer.
"Better add some kanamycin and Keflin to the chloromycetin. How's the blood pressure?"
"Stable."
"How much kanamycin and Keflin?" Cramer asked.
"A lot, a lot. Just get it-"
Cramer looked at him and quickly left to get the antibiotics.
"David, David," Edwards leaned over the frame. "David!"
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