I was not requested to clean up my own blood, but I had to share this story.
Early one morning, I was laying on a gurney, covered only by flimsy hospital linens, awaiting surgery, hooked up to an anesthetic drip, dozing off... fully prepared for the second IV about to enter my left arm. Somebody there made a mistake and I saw a red fountain...
Red
room redroom...nice redecorating in that waiting room.