Dr. Acula
While I was riding my motor scooter Shelby to Sacred Heart Hospital, I began to ponder all of the horrible things the janitor has done to me. Claiming theft, tackling me back when I used the hide and seek finder, and posting my screen play Dr. Acula on the internet. It seemed it had become very popular at the hospital especially at the gift shop were there selling Home of Dracula post cards. Even though I was mad about the whole thing I couldn't help but smile at its popularity.
I arrive at the hospital to walk through the same doors I have since I started here as an intern to see a rush of patients, doctors, and surgeons franticly running about the hospital. I spot Turk over by the other surgeons.
"Turk!" I yell
"Yeah JD"
"I was wondering about what you thought of Dr Acula because I really think I can make it big."
"Dude you know I mean no harm when I say this but it becoming big Is like floating head doctor becoming real."
"Floating Head doctor", I say as I drift into one of my day dreams.
"Dude?"
"Dr. Turklton" says Doctor Kelso. "I need to know were Mrs. Turklton is".
"You realize my name isn't Turklton?"
"Of course it is Dr Kelso" says as he walks away
"It isn't because that would make me Turk Turklton and I'm not Turk Turklton", Turk shouts at the slowly departing Dr. Kelso
I wake from my day dream to the sound of my pager by Todd. I know I shouldn't go but I'm wondering how he got my pager number. I find him I the nurses lounge surrounded by most of the nursing staff when Carla and Elliot approach my jumping with excitement.
"Oh I'm so happy for you bambie", says Carla all teary eyed.
"Oh my god JD this is so exciting!" , says Elliot in her sqeaky excited voice.
"What?" I ask questioningly
Look, they both say pointing to the TV.
I look over to the TV showing a man being interviewed about his new Broadway play Dr. Acula. I stand there in shock and disbelief while numerous people that have read it pat me on the back. The excitement settled down when the question who was the author came up. The man cleared his throat and said it was donated by a generous man who wished to remain anonymous. At that moment I knew what had happened and I walked away to were the janitor was standing.
"This is low even for you", I managed to get out choking up every word.
"What do you mean?" He replies in his usual calm voice
I walk away wondering what should happen to him and what will. Knowing that even the bad might still be uneasy doing things and how what people don't know can hurt the person that does. I'll always wonder if he lost sleep over it or if he ever will. Hopefully because of this some act of generosity will come out of it, but I know it won't. Dr. Cox comes over to me and amazingly imagines to say.
"I don't usually do this but I'm sorry about what happened".
"It's not your fault", I say back
"But I know haw it fells not to get credit for something you did", He says as he walks away leaving me alone to think about the day and the days to come.