<strong>Meanwhile back at the Facility in the Infirmary</strong><br/><br/>“AAYYYIIEEEE!!! You’re tearin my fuckin heart out!” Vern bellowed as the doctor began to sew the gaping wound that was his ass.<br/><br/>“Does this hurt?” the Practitioner who had worked on the girls asked gleefully as he stuck his gloved finger into the wound.<br/><br/>“YOUOOUOO BBBBiIItttCCCHHHH!!” The patient howled before passing out draped over the exam table.<br/><br/>There was silence in the room.  A hacking cough came from somewhere nearby.<br/><br/>“Maybe I am coming back tomorrow when you am in better mood,” the voice of Moussad announced followed immediately by a very low growl.<br/><br/>“Well if you want to. But tomorrow you’ll have green puss in those wounds and you won’t be able to walk. So suite yourself.” The Doctor said as he rammed the needle into flesh and pulled it out to set the stitch.<br/><br/>“Okay, okay. You fix of me today,” Moussad said as he winced each time the unconscious Vern was jabbed.<br/><br/>“Fine but I don’t do dogs.  My medical won’t cover any dog bites for 90 days. So, you’ll have to get it to turn loose of your butt all by yourself,” the doctor explained calmly.<br/><br/>Moussad was about to reply when the fire alarms screamed.<br/>