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Hey, ladies and
gents! This is my first fanfic in a while… ) Hopefully it's
somewhat good.
disclaimer: I don't own scrubs, even though I wish I did.
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Her beautiful, vibrant red hair flowed as the wind blew. She had never felt this much at peace since… well, before everything happened. She couldn't believe she had the guts to do this, to run away… to run and hide from her skeletons, to start fresh. She had decided that she wanted to become an RN, but her superior wouldn't hear it. She knew she was far from a normal girl.
All through her life she wanted more, more… something. She just didn't know what. More… freedom? More… passion? More… emotion? It was probably everything. She didn't get a whole lot of freedom, passion, or emotion while in her prison. She wanted more something, and she wasn't going to get it there, so she ran far and fast. She was alone in the middle of a street, with no food, shelter, or anything comforting, for that matter. But she was happy. She hadn't felt this way in a long, long time. She had nothing, except for a slip of paper in her hands. That slip of paper represented a beacon of hope to her, and it was the only thing that kept her going.
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"Bad Newbie!" Dr. Cox ridiculed. JD just simply looked at him, and cocked his head to the side. Dr. Cox growled, he was obviously daydreaming again.
"I don't think mules are that big.." mused JD, as he snapped out of his dreamland.
Perry grunted, and shoved JD Gary Flynn's chart. He stormed off, ranting about how he couldn't get 20 minutes alone anymore. JD stared down at the papers and deadpanned… leukemia? Shit, I hate giving bad news… especially to someone as nice as Mr. Flynn… With a sigh, he forced himself into Gary Flynn's room. Time for the crying…
"Mr. Flynn, we ran some tests and… you have leukemia. I'm sorry. But if we start treating you right now, there's a good chance you can get better."
Gary didn't say anything for a moment. JD was about to pipe up, but he finally said, "Well, I guess it could be worse."
"Yes, it could always be worse. Would you like to start your treatment tomorrow?" JD asked.
"I suppose so… son, did you know you're a great doctor? I haven't been treated this nicely in a while." JD just smiled, thanked him, and left.
While walking down to the ICU, he heard a voice behind him. "So, how was breaking the news to Mr. Flynn?"
JD looked back, but he already knew who it was. He could recognize that voice anywhere.
"He took it better than I thought he would, honestly. I'm just not looking forward to seeing his family…"
"You won't be seeing his family."
"What? He's my patient…" JD stared blankly at his mentor.
"He doesn't have any family. That's why." And with that, he turned with a flourish of his coat and disappeared down the hall. Poor guy…JD thought to himself. He opened the door to the ICU, to be met with mass chaos and the sound of a flatline.
"She's stable now," Carla said, shaking her head, "but it doesn't look good. Her condition is very bad."
JD wandered over to the young girl who had been flatlining earlier. She was very beat up. Scratches were all over her body, and she was bruised head to toe. She had a very large and deep gash on her arm. Her nose was obviously broken, and she had two very swollen black eyes.
"She was attacked by a gang on 7th Street, just down the road from here. They raped her, and tried to kill her. She was fortunate though… she would've been a goner if someone hadn't heard her screams. We have no idea what her name is, she doesn't have any kind of identification on her. She's your patient, JD. Try to find some things out, okay?" Carla looked deep with worry. JD assured her he would find out as much as he could from her. Carla nodded and walked over to Turk to give him a pep talk before he went into a triple bypass surgery.
JD sat down next to the girl and stared at her. She was stunning… even with the unfortunate marks on her body. She had amazing red hair. It still looked full of life, unlike her. Her skin was flawless and porcelain. Well, flawless if you don't count the cuts and bruises. Her lips were plump and full… Jeez, get a grip on yourself JD. She's your patient!
Even though she was his patient, he couldn't help it. She wasn't "hot" like all those skanky bar hoes he went home with every now and then. She was beautiful, almost unreal… sort of like those Disney princesses. He chuckled to himself… What if she sang and birds soared to her? He gave a half smile and thought how unfortunate it was that this happened to her. He ran a slight touch over a cut on her cheek, and instantly became angered. Who would do such a thing? Well, that's a stupid question. With the world we live in today, it's no big surprise.
His eyes trailed down to her hand, and he saw a slip of yellow paper. He wanted to grab the paper and see if it had any importance… but for some reason, he felt that the girl wouldn't want him to. He let out a sharp breath, and stood up. I guess I'll come back later and see if she's awake.
As he bustled off, he heard a pained groan come from the girl in the bed and he immediately rushed back.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Dorian. You can just call me JD, though." he said hopefully.
The girl stared at him… like a deer caught in headlights. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something. But nothing came out. Purple braces… she may be younger than I thought. Oh god, JD… these are probably illegal feelings. Abort the feelings! ABORT THE FEELINGS!!"Um… w-w-where am I?" she said softly. It obviously pained her to speak.
"Sacred Heart Hospital. We'll take good care if you here!" JD beamed. "Now, do you mind telling me your name and some family I can contact?"
"..uh.." She frowned, which caused JD to frown. Does she have amnesia..?"W-well, my name's Gisele." She smiled faintly, her boxy purple braces showing.
"Can you tell me your age?" JD was supposed to ask this for medical purposes, but he knew he was asking for himself.
"I'm seventeen…"
Damnit! She looks way older…"Well, from the looks of your condition, it seems like you can only get better. Do you have any idea what happened?"
"Not really… I don't want to know… I'd like to be alone…" she murmured. JD nodded, and walked out of the ICU. Wait… why didn't she give me a family member's name? Or her LAST name, for that matter? Huh… maybe she forgot I asked. I guess I'll get it out of her later.
Perry
power walked down the hall, determined to not let his patient die. He
had gotten a page that Mrs. Kent was coding, and he'd be damned if
he let this one die.
As he strode briskly into the ICU, he noticed Newbie nodding solemnly to a girl, and walk off… Eh, no time to think about Newbie. He probably talking to that girl about how sad it was that Heath Ledger died and how life wasn't worth living anymore… damn it, Shirley…But as he walked past the girl's bed, he felt some kind of connection. It only lasted for a split second, but it was the strongest connection he had ever felt. He brushed it off, and assumed it was nothing.
Gisele
had felt it too, and was making burn holes in the back of Perry's
white doctor's coat with her eyes. Maybe…she unfolded her
slip of paper (which she was surprised she still had… weren't
hospital staff supposed to examine anything in possession? At least
with people with unknown identities…), and held up the contents
inside. Definitely.
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Dr. Perry Cox, M.D., had successfully stopped another patient from dying. He'd definitely make the interns tell him this over and over and over again. They'd be so sick of him they'd all quit their jobs! Perry smiled, and went off to torture a particularly jittery intern, Kevin Roland.
As he waltzed out of the ICU, he felt eyes hitting his back. Burning, fiery eyes. He turned his head, just to see that same patient Newbie had been canoodling with staring at him. He corners of his lips turned south… this girl was definitely weird.
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So. There's the first chapter. It's probably extremely predictable but this is my first fanfic in years, so cut me some slack lol. I'd like to know what everyone thinks before I post another chapter. CC is welcome. Should I even bother continuing this? That's my question.
