A note from ME! A little fic I came up with randomly.
Scrubs doesn't belong to me! No fair…
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My New Hospital
Chapter 1
My letter
JD walked groggily to the door, yawning and ruffling his hair. He picked up the letters that had dropped through the door, and flicked through them.
Bills, bills, letter for Turk, letter for Carla, letter for Turk AND Carla, oh, M&S magazine!
Ignoring the one other letter, he picked up the magazine and flopped down to flick through it.
Typical. The one time I get a day off work, and everyone else is still at work!
Carla and Turk had left for work an hour before he woke up, and he was bored stiff. He dumped the Magazine, and reached for the last letter.
John Dorian… What the hell? I never get letters! I wonder if they all get caught up in the post office…
A door with a shiny gold sign on it stating in large, fancy letters: "John Dorian". The door opens to reveal a mountain of letters, and a small guy arguing with someone else.
"I told you to send these letters by 2004!"
JD snapped out of his Day-dream.
"They'd need a very big room…" He slipped his fingers underneath the corner of the flap, and tore it open, pulling out the very important letter in the process. He opened it, and read it through, hardly able to believe his eyes.
"No way…"
Doctor Cox rushed past Carla, picking up another load of patients charts, as Elliot went the other way, juggling her own load of Charts.
"Christ, Carla, why the Hell do we have so many patients?" Doctor Cox asked, signing a load of papers.
"Well, "Chief of Medicine", someone had to scare the Interns so badly that they didn't think they would be able to deal with this." The Latina Nurse harshly replied.
"Oh, so this is MY fault?"
"Well, if you hadn't lowered the Interns self confidence so much, they might be able to deal with this!"
"Well,
if there hadn't been that stupid pile up this morning, none of this
would have happened!"
Carla and Doctor Cox glared daggers at
each other, until Doctor Cox turned away.
"I'm gonna have to call in Newbie…"
"Oh no you don't! There is no way you're calling in Bambi on one of his only days off!"
"Why were you gonna call me in?" They both turned, to see JD.
"Newbie, why the hell are you here on your day off?" JD shrugged.
"I was coming here anyway, and I heard about the collision on the news, so I decided to come and help. Not like I have anything to do." He looked at his friends shocked faces, and found himself wondering – not for the first time – why they were always so surprised at what he gave up for them. He crossed the corridor, and took half of the charts in Doctor Cox's arms.
"So, who's the first patient?"
"Newbie, I'm gonna say something that I have never said before, and I'll probably never say again. You are a lifesaver." Doctor Cox clapped JD on the back before striding off. JD looked at Carla.
"You're crying inside, aren't you?" Carla stated.
"That's the nicest thing he's ever said to me!"
"Yeah, and you got a back-pat along with it. You're on a roll Bambi!" JD grinned, and gathered up the Charts in his arms, completely forgetting the letter in his pocket.
The Very Important Letter…
JD finally let himself collapse on the Nurses Station. Doctor Cox looked up, and then went back to studying his patients chart.
"Yah know, you're gonna work yourself to distraction there, Helpful." JD looked up.
"Helpful? That's not even a girl's name!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna go with "Little Miss" Names for the moment, saves me precious time and brain-space. Anyway." He turned to JD.
"You are going home right now, because you are obviously exhausted, and I don't need exhausted Doctors at my hospital!"
"No, I'm fine; I've only got a couple of Charts left…"
"Yeah, can I see them, Impatient?"
"Sure…" JD held out his Charts, and Doctor Cox took them and shuffled them into his own charts.
"And now you have known." He looked up, apparently surprised that JD was still there.
"What are you still doing here? Go on, shoo!"
A dog with JD's face comes trotting up to Doctor Cox, wagging its tail. Doctor Cox picked it up, and scratched its ears.
"Aw, who's a good dog? Yes you are! Yes you are!" Suddenly he dropped-kicked it.
"Get outa here!"
"Newbie!" JD snapped out of his day-dream.
"You're a horrible man!" He shouted, and then stormed off.
"He's right, you know. You are." Elliot said.
"Barbie, don't you have Patients to annoy with that whiny, neurotic voice of yours?" Elliot huffed, and turned to leave, until she saw JD walk slowly back towards them, a piece of Paper in his hands. He was staring at it blankly.
"Newbie, what did I tell you about going home?" Doctor Cox cut his rant short when he realised that JD wasn't even listening.
"Yo, J-dizzle, what's up?" Turk asked, concerned.
"Bambi?"
"JD, you in there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just… this letter…" JD started.
"You what! A letter made you go all weirdly robot like on us? Let me see that…" Turk snatched the Letter out of JD's hands, and read it.
"Wow… now that's… defiantly something to go robot about…"
"Baby? What does it say?"
"Yeah, Gandhi, what's bugging Small here?" Cox asked, unable to stop his curiosity.
"JD just… He's just… He's just been offered a place in the best hospital in America…"
A note from ME! Oh, no! What's JD gonna do? Is he gonna take the job, and leave his friends? Will he be happy? Will he be sad?
Wait a sec, why the hell am I asking these questions? I should be writing!
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