"Intubation," Summer said briefly, "helps her breathe, now hush, I need to work."

Shit, she'd have to do the charcoal first or else she couldn't get it past the tube. Charcoal first then, and there it was, well labeled and up front. This hospital must deal with a lot of poisonings. Down her throat it went (thank God she could still swallow) and then the tube followed-- Summer slapped the ventilator's on-switch, and relaxed when the woman chest began to rise and fall, steadily and evenly.

"Okay," she said. "Okay. That's a start. You can talk now, it's less urgent."