They disrespected the new nurse, calling her 'dead weight.' But when a Navy combat helicopter landed on the roof and an officer stormed in, he wasn't looking for a doctor. He was looking for her...//...The clock showed 9:45 AM. The charged, uncomfortable silence that followed the code blue in Room 312 was almost louder than the panic had been. Raina Hale, the new nurse, was already back to her tasks, wiping down the crash cart. Her hands were steady, her face an impassive mask. She was the "sile