<div align="center"><em>Clifford responding to a patient in need of trauma care!</em></div><hr/><br/>Cliff's first reaction to the mess of a man on bed two was two call a janitor, the man was a mess of blood and other body fluids and reeked of alcohol. Luckily for him he lacked the apathy some doctors felt when they saw a doctor, he was just a face to fix before the next one. Reaching for the chart he looked through it and let out an exaggerated whistle.<br/><strong>"Is there anything you don't have Mr...mr..."</strong><br/>He scammed the chart, looking for the name.<br/><strong>"Burp" </strong><br/>The admitting nurse had let the full name run off to the next page somehow and Cliff had not bothered to correct himself.<br/><strong>"Yea, your telling me...Traffic is a bitch..."</strong><br/>Cliff reached for a flash light, checking the man's pupils before tucking it back into his coat. The nurses had already sent over the welcoming kit and The Fat Man was watching over him, no stress!<br/><br/>Shrugging it off, he reached for the local anesthetic and applied it, after a quick gloving and clean down, not that the man would feel it. The stench of alcohol was enough to get Cliff drunk and he was sure there was enough in his system to dull any pain. But the injection was given before he got the tool kit ready, making sure to apply a face mask and splash coat, not his money! He did not care of the hospital had to pay money for the equipment, one bad experience with an impacted bowel and diarrhea could make a person be very picky about surprise showers. With the tube in hand, he introduced it to Mr. Burp's gut like he had his cock to his prom date, one quick jab to drain the fluids...<br/>