* Don't judge the spelling too much, I don't know how to spell smart doctor words! Just bare with me on those, I did the best I could. Anyways, here's a little Doug one-shot when Elliot tells him he's not cut out to be a doctor. READ AND REVIEW!
Doug stood down there in the Morgue, eyes on yet another deceased body. He was glad to say it was not his own patient, or victim as some would say.
It was when Elliot Reid came in that he knew something was up. He had always tried his very best as a doctor, but he cracked under pressure, and running around the hospital, running tests on one patient, while the other suffered from cardiac arrest while he was gone... It was all too much for him. But he still always tried.
He gave the blonde doctor a weak smile, his expression just as nervous as always and Elliot said sadly,
"Doug... I'm sorry, but... I don't think you're cut out for being a doctor."
The smile vanished from Doug's face and he was glad that he was standing directly in front of a stool because otherwise, his knees would've given way and he would fall. So he fell numbly onto the stool, bringing his knuckles up over his mouth to hide his trembling lip. He was in a complete daze, his mind hazing as he realized his dream was over. All he'd ever wanted was to be a doctor, but now... He was fired.
"Wow..." He said weakly.
Elliot looked at him apologetically and the other doctor in the room, pulling his strawberry lollipop from his mouth, said waving the candy lightly in the direction of the corpse on the table,
"I cannot figure out how this guy died."
Doug knew the answer of course. He'd spent enough time around dead people to know how they died. Mainly to let Elliot know that he was still able to speak he said,
"I'm betting he took a paratesis needle to the aorta."
"Have you seen this before?" The morgue doctor asked curiously.
"Seen it?" Doug laughed bitterly at this remark, "Upstairs they call that a 'Doug'."
Elliot looked at Doug, shocked and at the same time he saw she was... impressed.
She paused for a moment before asking, "Got any others you can't figure out?"
It was all so simple to Doug. He knew how these people died and didn't know how everyone else couldn't see it as well as he did. The mist of dazedness seemed to clear from his mind and with each body he gave his answer instantly, and to the surprise of both the morgue doctor and Elliot, accurately.
"Doctor prescribed, overdose of phentonal."
"Dissected left vien after a cardiac cathaderisasion."
"We look under Mr. Pancreas and..." Doug reached his gloved hand under the pancreas and extracted just what he expected to find. A bloody glove.
"There it is." He dropped it with pride into the metal container for that type of nasty stuff and the morgue doctor said excitedly,
"You're the best I've ever seen!" He then added looking at Elliot, "Can we steal him from you?"
"I can live with it." Elliot replied eagerly.
"Well," Doug said brimming with pride, "My work here is done."
He stripped off his gloves and tossed them intentionally into the corpse, smiling with satisfaction as he heard Elliot say awkwardly,
"I'll get those..."
He left the morgue, wondering why he hadn't found this to be his calling for so many years. For so long he'd been, 'Nervous-Guy' and 'Pee-Pants'. But no longer. He was confident in his knew-found skill and nothing could put him off today.
"Nervous guy, remember Mr. Lennings in room 12?" Dr. Cox said condescendingly, "He's dead."
Doug let out a squeak of horror and fainted there on the spot.
Well, he never said he was strong.
But he would one day become the best pathologist ever seen in Sacred Heart.
THE END.
