Author's Notes:
I recently REALLY got into Scrubs despite the fact that I've been watching it for quite a while. I think it really started a while ago when I got struck with a pretty bad art block just when I decided I wanted to give drawing J.D. a shot. I watched the show religiously, trying to sketch a decent picture of J.D. Oh well. Needless to say it hasn't worked so far. It's okay though, since the writing bug bit me! Hope ya'll enjoy!
I'd really appreciate some feedback, since I wrote this with no real plan of what was going to happen next. Gimme a review, or send me a message of what YOU want to see happen next. (Or hey, just tell me what you think of the story. Give me advice on what you think I could improve on!)
So normally when my scooter Sasha is in the shop, I get a ride with Turk, or steal Ronald's pocket bike. Since Turk's shift started about two hours earlier than mine, I was currently riding wild and free with my knees practically under my chin.
"Hey!"
Oh crap. Ronald's older brother Heath.
Heath accelerated on his dirt bike so he was right beside J.D.
Crapcrapcrap. C'mon I'm almost to the road! I can't get my ass kicked by a twelve year old! … Again.
Heath's leg shot out, colliding with J.D.'s shoulder. J.D. yelled as the pocket bike started wobbling beneath him. The twelve year old gave him a final kick, sending J.D. into the bushes.
"Ow."
So I got my ass kicked this morning, leaving me to walk nine blocks to the nearest bus stop. Though, since it started raining about five seconds after pulling the last leaf out of my hair I started thinking that it might be better to just go home, and call in sick.
"Aww, Betsy, did you just get done peeing on a pregnancy test, only to find out that yes, yes that one night you drank a whole two and a half appletinis and woke up next to that studly guy who swears he used protection, that he in fact did NOT, forcing you to spend all day crying over the phone for him to take responsibility?"
Maybe not.
J.D. saw the bus ahead, and groaned as the doors shut after the last passenger. He took off sprinting, yelling and waving his arms.
"Wait! Wait!" The bus driver took off, leaving J.D. a big cloud of exhaust for him to cough in. "Damn you." He flopped dejectedly on the nearby bench.
Well, at least this bench is covered, so maybe I can stay dry while I wait for the next bus to come.
It was at that moment, a rather big gust of wind knocked the steel cover over like a popsicle stick bird house. J.D. was about to shout something obscene, when he heard a small yelp from behind him. He looked over his shoulder, were the cover had fallen into some grass and brush. Something out of sight was whimpering. Compassion overflowed J.D.'s heart, and he began worrying that some little critter had gotten smushed when the bench cover blew over. He quickly got up, and went to investigate.
What I saw when I made my way into the muddy, rain soaked grass had to be one of the saddest things I'd even seen in my life, despite working in a hospital where it wasn't uncommon at all to watch a patient die.
A tiny beagle puppy looked up at J.D. whining, and licking the spot where her right leg and tail were caught under the metal. J.D. wiped the water trail down his face away, and dropped to his knees, shoving his fingers under the sharp metal. The puppy whined, and wriggled fearfully.
"Shh! Hey buddy, you just hold on. Don't you even worry a bit. Uncle J.D. is gonna-," He grunted, and struggled to lift the heavy metal. He kept slipping in the slick grass, and couldn't grip with his palms. "Gonna… get…you out!" The metal cover raised a bit, boosting his confidence. He hissed as the metal dug into the soft flesh of his fingers.
I hope Dr. Cox never realizes I use Carla's hand lotion.
With a final gasp, he managed to lift it up far enough to stick his knee under to hold it up, and quickly pull the pained little dog out from under the metal. She yelped, and whined from the pain of being pulled around so hastily.
"I've got ya, I've got ya…" He whispered, working his own leg out while he inspected the damage on the yelping pup. Her leg was bleeding, as was her tail from where the metal had fallen on her. Not that he knew too much on caring for animals, his years in med school definately told him, this was NOT good.
The cover made a splashing sound when J.D. finally got himself free of it. He panted, and held the puppy to his chest. She was whining softly, cuddling close to her savior.
I had to admit, this little puppy was a fighter! That metal was definitely as heavy as it looked. I didn't even mind that she was bleeding all over me. I was pretty used to it anyways. I just wished there had been some hot girls around to see my act of heroism.
J.D. looked down when the puppy licked his chin, as if trying to express her gratitude. He smiled down at her, and rubbed her tiny head with his thumb.
"Don't you worry. I'll take good care of you." He promised, getting to his feet carefully. Trying not to jostle her too much, J.D. slipped the puppy into his jacket, and zipped it halfway up to make a little pocket for her.
It took a minute of indecision before I decided to just walk the extra block up to the animal clinic rather than hail a taxi. I thought the driver would see my blood soaked scrubs, and think I was some psycho. Funnily enough, everyone I passed seemed to give me the same look I had imagined would be on the taxi driver's face.
J.D. walked up to the door with a dog and a cat snuggling with a big heart surrounding them. The little bell jingled when he walked in. The female receptionist looked alarmed at the sight of him, but seemed to relax a bit when the beagle poked her snout out of the jacket, sniffing the animal scented air curiously.
"Can I help you?" She asked, looking at his bulging belly. J.D. nodded breathlessly.
"Yeah, this puppy," He pointed. "She got caught under the cover of the bus stop when it fell over. I'm fairly sure her leg is broken, and she's bleeding a lot. Her tail too."
The blonde girl yelled back into the window at someone named 'Ellen', and hurriedly ushered J.D. into one of the rooms. It smelled like disinfectant, which reminded him of Sacred Heart and made his stomach twist. He was late. VERY late. So late, that he was sure Dr. Cox wasn't the only one who'd be ranting at him when he managed to get to the hospital.
"Listen," The girl was cradling the puppy, trying to gently put her on the table. "How long do you think this is going to take? I'm unimaginably late." The girl's eyes seemed to register that he too was wearing scrubs.
"Where do you work?" She asked, dabbing at the dog's bleeding leg and tail.
"Sacred Heart." J.D. jiggled his leg impatiently.
"Ah, I see. ELLEN!" She roared. A woman came in, red hair twisted up into a sloppy bun, held in place with a fountain pen.
"Yesyesyes, I'm sorry. Mr. Peterson's horse just tried to kick me again." She dusted off her white lab coat, and took in the appearance of the beagle. She cooed over her, telling her all manner of baby talk. Her assistant cleared her throat. The doctor looked at the blonde, who nodded at J.D. She blinked, not seeming to have even noticed him before. "Hello, I'm Doctor Sanders." She grinned brilliantly, holding out her gloved hand.
"Uh, I'm J.D. and I wouldn't suggest we shake hands." He showed her his blood covered hands. She blinked absent-mindedly, and nodded.
"Right, right I'm sorry, of course!" She laughed. "Now what seems to have happened to little…?"
"Oh, she doesn't have a name," J.D. said, looking down at his little damsel in distress. "I just found her." Dr. Sanders' face fell hard.
"Another one to the pound then I suppose, huh Jamie?" She addressed her assistant. The blonde girl remained silent, her only response being a harsh grimace, and a gentle pat to the puppy's head.
"I-I didn't mean…" J.D. stammered. "I don't mind keeping her." Both veterinarians looked up with shocked expressions.
"Wow." Jamie blinked.
"We hardly ever have folks come in here who're willing to keep the animal they found." Dr. Sanders exclaimed. "How wonderful!" She laughed.
"Ellen, this guy works at the hospital. He's really late." Jamie pulled her gloves off, and reached for a set of keys up on a hook.
"Oh yes, go on ahead and drive him there would you?" The doctor went on, fussing over the injured dog without looking up.
"Righto, be back in a bit." Jamie beckoned J.D. with her finger. "Come on, the truck's around back."
As we passed the kennels, I noticed that about three of them actually contained animals. Instead of sad, dejected faces, they all barked and meowed happily at the sight of us. Jamie smiled for the first time, and waved at them as she passed.
"Where are all the animals at?" I asked as I hopped in the passenger seat of the truck that had the same cat and dog logo at the door. She tossed a white towel she'd grabbed from the back seat at me and started the truck.
"Most of the animals we treat only spend a day or so here. The ones you saw are waiting for their owners to pick them up. I'm pretty sure Ellen's husband, George, is getting the two Great Danes we have some exercise. That's all he can handle at one time." She explained. J.D. nodded, wiping his hands absently.
Suddenly there was a huge rainbow colored circus tent filled with a cheering audience. In the middle ring, a buff, shirtless man with an outrageously large handlebar mustache was making Great Danes that had lion manes jump through flaming hoops.
The crowd cheered as he stuck his head in both of the dog's mouths. The man laughed and waved triumphantly, until on of the dog's mouths closed over his head. The crowd screamed, and hid their eyes, while the Dog Tamer tried to pry his way out of the huge dog.
"Hey! J.D.!"
"Huh?" J.D. looked over at a rather annoyed looking Jamie.
"We're at the hospital. Here's the number to the clinic, call us when your shift ends and we'll fill you in." She gave him a slip of paper. J.D. dropped the towel, and hurriedly attempted to unbuckle himself and throw the door open. He was over an hour late! He's ass was grass!
Dr. Cox's head was now glued on top of a John Deer lawn mower, laughing manically as he began mowing over J.D.'s grass covered butt.
Jamie reached over, and pushed the button that released J.D. from his harness and sent him tumbling to the concrete.
"Thanks a lot! I'll call if I'm not dead!" He yelled, slamming the door shut and sprinting into the hospital's doors.
Jamie blinked, and shook her head. 'This guy is worse than Ellen,' she thought, giving a small snort as she turned out onto the road.