No one calls Harold, "Harold" anymore.  At the hospital, he's "Orderly!", with a side order of overt pity, concealed fear, or restrained disgust.  To everyone else, he's just Nurse.

In fairness, there's a lot of Nurse to be called.  Always what his mama used to call "big-boned", Nurse's Embrace had some unusual effects.  He's big.  Really big.  Kind of unsettlingly big.  And the apparent absence of a neck, neanderthal features, and baseball mitt hands do little to reassure.

Get to know him at the hospital, he's a quiet, withdrawn, but capable occasional worker.  Spend a little down-time with him, he's into programming, pirated HBO, and old western pulp.

But it turns out, there's a Beast inside Harold after all.  Nurse's sheer size has brought him to the attention of more than one player in Savannah's nightlife.  He's been known to break a few legs.  Or necks, depending on the situation.  And it turns out, much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's getting a taste for it.  When he hunts, he's taken to stalking his victims from rooftops, waiting for the right moment to leap down, like some kind of shadowy drop-bear.  They don't even have time to scream.

Nurse tells himself he only picks the bad ones.  He tells himself he never takes it to work.  But there's a little voice at the back of his mind, that wonders how long it'll be before he makes a mistake.  And whether he'll be okay with it.