The other night in the ER I was going in to see a MVA victim, strapped to a back board, cervical collar on etc. I entered the room to see these fundie morons laying hands on her and mumbling some voodo. She’s becoming more hysterical with each minute so I just put myself between these two and said “Thanks guys. I need to look at her now”. They seemed genuinely shocked that I interrupted their razz-a-ma-tazz. They seemed to feel that they have some entitlement because “this is god’s country” and “everybody believes and understands”.It took me some moments to calm her down and undo what those boobs did. She asked “am I going to die?” I told the guys to leave and not come back until they asked if it was OK. I’m sure she needed some spiritual assist at that time but not at the expense of her having a melt down (inceased pulse, resp, BP, panic at being restrianed). What she needed was my calming influence not the emotinal uraveling that was going on courtesy of the fundie fun bunch. Ignorant bastards.