The stories behind Whose Coffee's in the Ventilator

• Bluesy Country Rock and Forensic Groove in Take B — Take B turns a sticky workshop disaster into a high-tempo country rocker driven by snappy harmonica and twangy guitar fills.
• Tracking the Sweet Spill Inside an Intensive Care Ventilator — When sticky morning drinks meet life-support hardware, biomedical technicians become forensic detectives on the nursing floor.

Lyrics

Mmm, smells like caramel drizzle and burnt circuits.

Alright, who did it?

Ventilator arrived on the workshop floor

Work order said it just quit, nothing more I popped

off the top of the intake grill

And what did I find from an afternoon spill?

A pool of old milk and iced espresso roast

Right where the motherboard was turning to toast I walked up to

floor four with the evidence in hand

Ready to interrogate the nursing stand

Whose coffees in the ventilator dribbled down deep?

Whose caramel latte made the motherboard weep?

Whose ice and macchiato was sitting on the frame?

Come on, confess, I want a first and last name

You can't blame a ghost for a hazelnut spill

The Biomed girl is handing you the bill

Oh, whose coffee was it?

Nurse Sarah turned red, stepped behind the desk.

Resident doctor said it wasn't my mess. I said, funny thing about

this coffee cup lid, it's got your pink lipstick where the syrup was

hid. She looked at her shoes, began to confess. I said

it on the vent during

ICU stress. I handed her a rag and I said with a grin,

next time drink it all before the shift begins who's coffee's in

the ventilator dribble down deep who's caramel latte made the

motherboard we who's iced and macchiato was sitting on the frame

come on confess i want a first and last name you can't

blame a ghost For a hazelnut spill

The biomed girl is handing you the bill

Oh, who's coffee was it?

Huh?

Clean the board

Now you owe me a coffee,

Sarah

A black one