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in thirty five minutes. The room was dimly lighted when we slipped in, and the patient was flushed and restless. Capped, masked and gowned, the special duty nurse arose silently to help us into our gowns and give us the last temperature, pulse and respiration readings. Mr. C. had worsened notably and the powerful demands of the disease upon the undefended resources of the host were clearly evident. Art opened the sterile [crossed out: flask] vials of rabbit serum and applied the tourniquet to the left arm.

  "Bear with me for a few minutes, Mr.

C. I want to give you a shot of this stuff by vein - It's going to help you at lot! And then I want you to get some sleep."

  We wrote a progress note on the chart, washed

our hands, slipped off our gowns & masks and left.

  "You go and get some sleep.  I'll stay around

a little longer and have another look at Mr. C before I turn in. I'll have our typing checked in Bacteriology first thing in the morning and I'll call you in the meantime if I need you."