Here's a sample from CODE BLUE:

            “Who’s the internist on call?” Cathy asked.

             Glenna didn’t look up. “Dr. Baker. Shall I call him?”

            Evan Baker, one of the doctors who had voted with Harshman against her. Cathy didn’t want to give him a chance to see her possibly make a mistake, but protocol dictated that she call him in. She hoped her diagnosis was right—not just for Nix’s sake, but for her own. “Yes, just get that medication running first.”

            Cathy’s eyes were drawn to the cardiac monitor as the pattern became more erratic, then the complexes settled into a rapid rate of almost two hundred beats per minute. Ventricular tachycardia. At that rate, there wasn’t time enough for the heart to fill and empty efficiently. The coronary arteries would be starved for blood. If she didn’t reverse it quickly, Nix would die.

            Glenna hurried in. “The ward clerk’s paging Dr. Baker.”

            “I need your help. Mr. Nix has gone into V-tach. I’m going to try to cardiovert him.”

            “Doctor, I don’t think you have privileges for that.”

             Cathy didn’t have time to argue medical niceties. She had done three or four of these in residency, always under supervision, always with a cardiologist looking over her shoulder. Now she needed an angel over her shoulder. Please, God, let it work.