[Still clad in his doctor's coat, because the staff here apparently thought it was a good idea to make him a doctor, Larry comes strolling (and possibly whistling) out of a patient's room with his clipboard, and suddenly there's a hand on his shoulder.

Well, okay then. He'll just turn to answer this guy's question...]

I'm pretty sure the only alcohol here is the medical kiIIIIIND--

[His voice goes shrill with fright. There's some bleeding dude getting blood all over him, of course he's going to freak out!]

Holy crap, dude! What're you doing out of your room- you're like, legit hurt, what the hell!!

[All the "patients" he'd seen up 'til now seemed fine and he wasn't even sure why they were admitted, but this guy though.]