Distractions
This was a really random idea which came to me last night when I couldn't sleep, my mind works in strange ways sometime! This will be a short one-shot of pure nonsense :)
It was a peculiarly quiet Saturday night in the ED as Dylan made his way to the staffroom around 9 pm to make himself some dinner. The room was empty but someone had left the TV on in the corner of the room, this was something which really bugged him, the sheer waste of electricity and the amount that it must cost the NHS for people leaving lights and other appliances on for no reason. He chose to ignore the program which was playing and set about heating up a pasta dish which he had prepared earlier for himself before his shift.
He then settled onto the sofa in the corner of the room with a journal article on hypothermia in emergency cases and possible treatment, this was his usual dinner routine, however he couldn't help but get distracted by the blaring nose of the TV.
The medic found himself glancing from time to time towards the nuisance electrical device and he contemplated getting up to turn it off but decided that he simply couldn't be bothered as the noise was a nice way to drown out his surroundings.
The longer he sat there the more he found himself drawn to the bright images on the screen and the people who had been chosen to become Saturday nights entertainment for the nation. His desire got the better of him and he had to check what was being shown and what was distracting him from his usual way of eating.
As he looked in the paper, a look of horror appeared on his face as he realised that his attention had been drawn to Britain's Got Talent, a show which he had never watch but had heard of from when he had treated a patient who had attempted to become a flamethrower for the show but had ended up in the ED with third-degree burns to his hands. Dylan had often regarded such television programs as meaningless exploitation of shallow peoples hopes and dreams of fame and he could not understand why on this occasion he had such a strong desire to watch such a frivolous program.
When one of the supposed 'acts' appeared on screen he eventually gave up the pretence that he was reading the journal and finally gave the small screen his full attention. This is when he saw a playful dog appear on screen, bouncing around with an almost smile upon its face as its owner gave it treats. His interest grew further when he saw that the dog was actually the one who was going to be 'auditioning' for the panel of judges and the massive audience.
As the dog leaped and pranced around the stage with an air of confidence, the unconventional doctor found his mind drifting to his own companion sitting at home and he found himself wondering if his own canine was masking any hidden talents? He cast his mind to the times when Dervla was more aware of what was going on that he was and the daft dogs ability to understand more than most humans.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the staff room door opening and he grabbed the journal which he had previously disregarded and pretended to be reading once again, not wanting to be caught out in his previous act.
"Everything OK Dr Keogh?" Dr Nicholls was looking at him with a smile on her face as if she knew where his attention had lay moments earlier
"Of course, this is a very interesting paper, this would be probably be beneficial to you to give it a read. I shall leaving it here when I'm done and perhaps you should read it" His words were sharp, he was having to fight all his urges to glance back towards the screen to see whether the dog had been successful in its quest of fame.
"You have always been a sucker for a dog haven't you?" With those words and a flash of her beautiful smile, she was gone again and he couldn't help but contemplate how well his ex-wife knew him.
Thanks for reading, please comment :)
