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she could keep her own promise, seriously eyeballing him, so he agreed in advance. "Wear the charm." "That's it? That's the favor? Sure." He put it on. "Keep me informed." "K" Shannon's emissary burst in, "Doctor. The Northeast Mercy girl is out in staging. Here's her x-rays. Rashaad says you'd better hustle your buns. He's putting an I.V. in right now. Macaluso, held one of the several films up toward a ceiling light and muttered, "You betcha. Is Kirshenbaum around?" "Yea. I already, just in case, well, actually Rashaad told me.." "Good. Good. Yea. Good." "Dr. Kirshenbaum says we have no Doppler reading in the arm." Mac quickened. "Everybody! Move! Clear room three, now! Move. Come'on..." rushing to the staging area, where, however, at the control desk, at that very moment, nurse Tawney was on the telephone telling a Dr. Fischbein to get his patient ready. There was, and this is how she phrased it calling after Dr. Macaluso, who trotted right past her, a "torn knee cartilage requesting the CO2 laser" then reacting to a confused spin about with a nonverbal facial grimace, clarified, "Dr. Fischbein asked for the room first." She was shaking the list at the back of Macaluso who had returned to his business of examining the young girl's arm. He barely acknowledged the parents who were standing at the side of the stretcher nearly frozen in fear? They had only asked a single question, "How bad is it?" to get a hand gesture out of the child's view which indicated that it was not good. Except for this girl, her parents, Dr. Macaluso and the control desk sitting at the