<strong>Bobby Boss, M.D. at bed 12 with Markum, Nurse Anderson and Charlotte Angels.</strong><br/><br/>31...32...33, it was harder than hell to pay attention to Markum as he was taking Charlotte's pulse, but his distracted eyes were focused on the other intern's lips as they moved, offering a nod here and there, trying not to lose count.  Finishing as the suggestion of more heroin was brought up, he balked...couldn't help himself.  "More heroin? I doubt she'll be needing any for quite some time.  I'll tell you what, if she gets better enough to warrant withdrawal dope, she can be bounced right off this floor and into a rehab center."<br/><br/>Did they really want to announce the pharmacy's allocation of street drugs in this ward?  It seemed to be crawling with users.<br/><br/>The rest of her suggestions seemed right in line, precisely why he didn't acknowledge them but instead went to work on the blood pressure cuff, not realizing the patient was coming to.  Bobby's entire body jumped at Charlotte's words, the cuff falling to the floor as he grabbed his own chest.  This girl looked close to death, so the fact that she was speaking was frightening...wait did she just asked if somebody had fucked her?<br/><br/>"Ah.." Bobby looked at Markum as though she would know the answer to that, as if he hadn't been with her the entire morning to serve as her alibi.  Behind the other intern was a nurse, and considering it was his first day, he probably needed to consult one of the resident doctors, but Bobby was handing out orders like he was the fat man himself.<br/><br/>"Ms...Anderson, can you get a few bottles of charcoal while Miss...doctor Markum fills Ms. Angels in on her situation?"<br/><br/>Bobby did about three double takes on "Ms. Anderson," she looked familiar but he couldn't quite place her face, probably because he'd only ever seen it tackling a cock on film prior to this moment.