Hemlock breezed through the doors of the ER. A white doctors coat billowed behind her as she waltzed past triage. At the first bed she passed, she snagged up the chart attached to the frame. Glancing down at the unconscious patient, Hemlock gave a feigned look of concern. "Oh my...tsk tsk tsk...this doesn't look good. I'm afraid we need to put you on an IV." Parting the curtain of the adjoining bed with a flourish, Hemlock snatched the needle from the arm of another patient and pulled the IV stand toward the first patient's area.