<strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br/><br/>The Fat Man smiled as, with great care, Paul the nurse tended to the sexy, unconscious, anonymous patient. At Dr. Bob's suggestion, he nodded and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.<br/><br/><strong>"There's certainly something in Janey D's head. A brain tumor? Could be. But it would have to be tiny not to show up in these head X-rays. Take a look. And invisible brain tumors don't give someone multiple personality disorder; it would have to be huge to do this to her. Doesn't explain the bleeding either. Nice try though, you'll make a doctor yet. No, I think there's something else wrong with her. So let's see if we can wake her up and ask her how she's feeling.<br/><br/>Gather round, class! I'm going to teach you how to tell if a patient's in coma. And if they are, TURF them the hell out of my ward to IC unit. Watch and learn! Five bucks says this'll work."</strong><br/><br/>Jabbing her midriff once with his index finger to see how her body responded, the doctor smirked as her chest reacted by drawing a deeper breath. Then, he stuck the earpieces of his stethoscope in her ears, lifted the bell to his mouth, and shouted into it.<br/><br/><strong>"Rise and shine, Jane Doe! Wakey wakey!</strong><br/><br/>Jackson stared in disbelief.<br/>