My Queer Problem
UPDATE: My problem with this story, you see, is that I got a spark of inspiration and then after Chapter 2, the flame went out. Then, about a month or so later, the spark was relit. . . only to be put out yet again after about three or so more chapters. You'll have to be patient with meon this one, trust me. I PROMISE I will finish this after I have done more of the seven or so other stories I'm over whelming myself with.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF SCRUBS OR THE SHOW IN ENTIRTY. I ONLY OWN NURSE MICHAEL WILLIAMS.
A/N: If your reading this, thanks for reading my second Scrubs fic! Since my first one, "My Unhappy Birthday", did pretty well, I thought I'd try another one. Reviews are happily welcome!
JD's thoughts are in italics, like this. . .
1
Male nurses, or as some call them "murses" don't get as much respect as the female ones around here. Obvious why, I mean, everyone always sees the nursing profession strictly for women.
J.D. took his time strolling down the hallways like he had nowhere to go, which was a total lie. Elliot rushed a brief hello to him as she ran down the hall for some reason or another.
They said the opposite about doctors and now there's Elliot. Oh, Elliot . . .
He was so lost in thought that he tripped over the "Watch Your Step" sign on the puddle of water the Janitor was just about to mop up. The Janitor broke out laughing as J.D. picked himself up nervously and began to walk away.
"Hey! Can't even say good morning to me or sorry that your ass spread the water and made it harder for me to clean up! Fine, Scooter. Be that way . . ."
J.D. ignored the Janitor and tried to pretend his whole backside wasn't soaked with water – at least he hoped it was water. He trotted into his new patients room and a nurse, a male one, was already there.
The patient was a middle aged female and she looked positively green.
"What is it?" J.D. didn't mean to sound harsh, but it came out that way and he noticed that the tone startled the nurse a little.
"Um, she said that her sister made her come. She has a high fever and threw up." The nurse was tall, with a nice face, longish black hair and slightly deep voice. The nurse leaned over into J.D.'s ear. "You do know your ass is wet, right?"
J.D. pretended to be startled knowing that it was impossible to NOT notice that one's ass was wet.
"No, is it? I wondered why my underwear felt funny!" J.D. said sarcastically. The nurse apparently thought he was serious.
"Not that I was looking at it or anything, I just . . ." there was a slight pause of uncomfortable silence. "I should go." And he left, leaving J.D. to tend to the patient.
I DO have a nice ass. Little disconcerting it was a guy who was looking at it. Maybe not a little.
J.D.'s patient threw up on him.
An hour later, J.D. had changed and took a break by stopping at the nurses station with Turk to see Carla.
"Hey, baby. Hi Bambi." Carla greeted them with smiles. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just stopping by to say hello." Turk smiled back.
"Can I ask you something?" J.D. was a little embarrassed to ask, but the curiosity was killing him.
"Sure, something wrong?"
J.D. leaned in because he saw the nurse from before walk nearby behind the desk.
"What's his name?" J.D. tried to discreetly point, but neither of them understood.
"Who?" Turk said a little too loud. J.D. shushed him.
You never notice how loud someone's voice is until you want them to be quiet.
"That male nurse, behind you." J.D. whispered again. Carla glanced behind her and waved at the nurse. Turk nodded at him and J.D. tried to hide his face.
"His names Michael Williams. Why?"
"Oh, um . . ." J.D. was having a hard time saying this. "I think I caught him staring at my butt." He said quickly.
"Wouldn't be surprised." Carla pulled away from J.D. and ignored the confused look on Turk's face.
Is she complementing my ass?
"Are you saying that because I have a nice ass?" J.D. asked hopefully. Turk sniggered.
"No, Michael's gay." Carla said matter of factly.
"Oh okay because I thought . . . what!" J.D. eyed Michael and groaned.
Not again . . .
what do you think so far? I'll update as fast as I can, promise.