Slowly he opened his eyes, but there was no light in them, no gleam.
"Listen," Edwards said, lowering his voice. "I'm going to have to put you on a cooling blanket. It's not going to be comfortable, but your temperature. . ."
"I can't think of anything," David said, closing his eyes again.
"He's been confused for the last hour," the medic said.
A moment later, the ward master came back with the antibiotics already drawn into two syringes. While he shot the drugs directly into the IV bottle, Edwards said, "We'd better put in a central venous pressure. How's his urine output?"
"Down 60 cc in the last two hours."
"Does he have any blood cross-matched?"
"Four units."
"Respirator?"
"There's one down in central supply. We can get it any time."
"What about his monoiliasis titers?"
"Still normal."
"White count?"
"The lab technicians are doing it now."
"Let's see his electrolytes."
Read more in News
Zinn Speaks Out Against Iraq Occupation, Summers
