Instead he went back to her and leaned over, close to her ear, and said loudly, 'Can you hear me?' He repeated it a couple of times, then glanced up at me and said, 'I don't think she's conscious,' and to her, 'I'm going to take a sample of your blood to test for drugs. You'll feel a little jab.' He swabbed her arm and took a vial of blood, wiped her arm again and put a Band-Aid on the mark. A nurse came in and took the blood sample away. I told him, 'There were signs of a scuffle at the scene, Doctor. I think she might have been sexually assaulted. Can you examine her for that, please?' 'If you like. Turn your back,' he said primly. When the nurse returned he told her, 'Betty, I have to make a test to see if this woman has been assaulted. Get a swab, will you, please. In fact, get three of them, we'll do this right.' I turned and stared at a blood pressure machine on the wall until he said, 'All right, Officer.' I turned back and he nodded. 'There are signs of recent sexual activity.
