<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. with Markum, Nurse Anderson, and Charlotte Angels</strong><br/><br/>That is one sexual, erm, casual walk nurse Anderson took to get that charcoal, Bobby thought as she left the bed.  Turning to the patient, he asks, "Charlotte, do you think somebody had sex with you against your will while you were passed out?  If so, Dr. Markum here can do an examination and then you will need to speak to the police."  Bobby clicked his pen, jotting down notes while he waited for the patient's response and for the drip to get started.  How old was this patient, anyways? Flipping to the front of her record, he notes she's 23 and then studies her youthful face.  He would have pegged her for 16 or 17, out of fuck's reach, that's for sure.  He stood corrected.<br/><br/>Bobby moved around to the side of the bed, joining Nurse Anderson, "Do I know you from somewhere, you look very familiar.  Are you from Boston?" His voice was lowered, eyes watching the IV tube to make sure it was flowing.