"Yeah, it's ol' Hound Dog, alright," replied Dukey. "I remember that trip. He very nearly shot me in the face...said he thought I was a wild turkey. He owes us both, but I'm not gonna mention it to him. I'm gonna take this one as a free pass. Just try to relax, Bubba."<br/><br/>They arrived at the ER, and Dukey asked them both to stay put until he could help them both out of the car, went around and opened the door for Clara, then Marcel, and walked quickly into the hospital. He had never much liked hospitals, and this time was no different, but it was necessary that he was there for his friends. He signed them in, describing the situation to the nurse.<br/><br/>"...two people, one pregnant, one burned...I'm sure you can tell which would be which," he chuckled lightly, and added, "and both did not happen at the same time."<br/><br/>He sat with them, and held Clara's hand, as he asked her, "how are you feeling, Clara? What's going on in there?" His eyes flicked down to her belly, and then back up to meet her eyes.