After a lengthy examination during which the medical student sees mostly the backs of the necks of the doctors in front of him --
Pond-Scum-Level Medical Student (PMS): Uhm, doctor? What's the diagnosis?
Consultant Dr Bigshot: (paying more attention to the germs in the air in front of him than to PMS) Uh, she's dying.
The crowd of doctors and nurses moves along and PMS finally gets to see the patient. In fact said patient is staring straight at him.
PMS: Ohmigod she's HUGE!
PMS freezes and realises what he's done.
Consultant Dr Bigshot: (paying more attention to the doorknob he's currently turning than to PMS) Well done.
(No, before you ask, the above medical student is not me. No, really. Honest. Whaddya mean, "yeah right"? I-- ah screw it.)