<div class="floatleft">(http://2sistersblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/John-Krasinski_l.jpg)</div><strong>Clifford "Cliff" Harris</strong><hr/><br/>The trains where not running late, Clifford was. He knew he had to be at work at a certain time but he had over slept but not enough, his groggy state of mind managed to get him into a shower then down out of his small shitty apartment to the subway. Getting off at the nearest station to the hospital he walked the rest of the way, a cup of over sweetened coffee in his hand, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He had never rushed to a test, a class, a date or even his own cousin's funeral, like hell he was going to be panicking to get to his first day of work.<br/><br/>Once in the hospital he took a quick detour into the locker rooms, stripping out of the clothes he had tossed on to get to work and stepped into a pair of freshly purchased black scrubs. It was a cheaper alternative then doing laundry, the coarse material was easy to buy even on a poor man's budget. Draping the white coat over his shoulder, he casually asked for directions until he found the gathering group of white coats, slipping into the group without much of a word. The chances of them knowing he was late where high, but maybe they would not call him out. He nodded at the others coming in, acting as if he was not the one running incredibly late.<br/><strong>"Morning folks, nice of you guys to join us." </strong><br/>He greeted them as a guilty and cheesy smile spread across his lips.