That's respectable. Is his blood pressure up on the higher rate of dopamine? 

99/62. Heart rate is finally breaking 50, too. 

Nellie still isn't delighted about his sats, which are just baaaaarely hanging at 92%. Maybe he would benefit from a higher pressure setting on the ventilator? ...In the short run he almost certainly would, but she's also very aware that higher pressures will actively exacerbate ARDS, and this patient's lungs are going to be fucked enough already. And sats at 88% or 90% won't harm him too much in the short run. 

She changes the 'low' limit on the O2 sat alarm to 90%, and leaves the room, hurriedly sanitizing her hands rather than washing them properly even though this is sort of bending the rules. 

It's 11:20 pm when she drops off the bloodwork in the pneumatic tube system's departure cradle and keys in the code to send it to the lab.

Rick is at the nursing station, apparently taking report from Chantal. 

"Hey. Thanks a million and a half for coming in. We would've been screwed. You're taking 195?"

"Sounds like it, but I know the man. Chantal said he should be easy, so he'd be a good pair with this new mystery admit." 

"- Yeah, if you have to be doubled he's one of the better choices. Family won't be in on nights, so you can just pretend that whole clusterfuck isn't a thing. He's not making it out of here, but he's stable. Definitely won't be on the call bell." 

Snort. "Last turn, last bowel movement?" 

"I turned him at - christ - uhhhh, probably nine or ten? Last real BM was who knows when. He had a smear when I turned him but I bet he's really backed up." 

"In the unlikely event that I'm at any point bored tonight, does he have the standard enema orders?" 

"Dunno. Probably not, he was admitted under Prissan who never does the admission standing order checklist. Dr Zee's coming in though." 

"- I thought it was Dalrymple's week?" 

"Yep! But my patient's a fascinating medical mystery and just miiiiight be another wizard, managed to reel her in that way. I hope Dalrymple eventually gets his pants on and comes in too, have a bad feeling that my admit and Isobel's are both in for a rough ride." 

"Chantal said the General is shipping us a Rotaprone bed! Which one is that for?" 

"Mine. Near-drowning. Though he's got to survive the hypothermia first. Isobel's just nuked her own kidneys and liver via questionable rave decisions. - I mean, I've made questionable rave decisions too but this is taking it to a new level." 

"You, taking drugs? Never." Rick rolls his eyes. "Well, I hope the mystery admit is less exciting. You need anything right now?" 

"Not desperately, but if you wanted to come help me turn Ma'ar in a few minutes...?" 

"Sure, if nothing explodes I'll come do that." 

Dr Beckett is hovering at the nursing station, watching the bank of monitors and occasionally darting in to refresh the screen on one of the computers.