"...fire? Again?! f'fuckssake-" Whiskey grumbles as he pulls up Grimm's file to check the when and most importantly the why of the goddamn experiment. If they would just tell him when they were going to pull this shit his life would be so much easier.

"You're the fifth one this month. The fuck are they doing over there? Ok look just follow me to an exam room and we'll get you sorted." At least by now he knows how to treat this. First poor Bastard is still in the burn ward, recovering.