<strong>THE FAT MAN</strong><br/><br/>The Fat Man was sitting at his desk with a smoked salmon bagel and a glass of whisky, reading the DC Journal of Medicine and filling in Burpleson's death certificate in triplicate.<strong>"Come in, Montero, sorry to interrupt your lunch,"</strong>he called, smiling apologetically.<br/><br/><strong>"Have a seat. Glass of Glenfiddich?"</strong>he offered, taking a glass from his desk drawer.<strong>"You must be annoyed that I interrupted your break. I can recommend the deli round the corner if you want to get something edible during your lunch hour; it's within running distance of the hospital, so you won't be too late if you get paged up for something urgent. <br/><br/>I wouldn't normally ask you to do this on your first day, but you seemed competent enough dealing with Jane Doe, and Doctor Marston just got called up to D Ward for an emergency and left the clinic unmanned. I think you can handle some kids with chicken pox and old men who have trouble peeing already, but I'll be sitting in and observing you as it's your first day. It'll help calm down some of the grumpier patients who aren't used to being treated by such talented young women as yourself. They get easier to deal with once you get to know them. Do you have any questions? You can ask me on the way down. Follow me."</strong><br/><br/>Smiling, he nodded at her, finished his drink, and took his bagel with him towards the elevator down to the clinic on the second floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105931.0).<br/>