Bumsicle

The 'bumsicle', as the jaded hospital doctors called him, had been frozen to the sidewalk and it took him and his partner a real solid effort to pry him off.

[…] “Apart from this guy, you been busy?” She shook her head. “Not the past two days. Not even a bumsicle.” She glanced at the steely sky. “That'll change. Snow tonight.”

A bad decision, maybe, but as a resident he'd seen it all too often—“bumsicles” found unconscious on busy sidewalks, rushed to the operating room and placed on cardiopulmonary bypass so their blood could be warmed.