--Italics are thoughts, just for your information… I do NOT own Scrubs, as much as I would like to. If I did, then this would be its own episode instead of just text then wouldn't it?
"Bambi, get up…." Carla cooed, sitting on the edge of the couch. JD's apartment had a leak in the roof, so he had been crashing at Turk's place. A soft groan escaped from the young doctors throat and he sighed; he needed a few more minuets…
"Vanilla Bear! Get your booty into the car-hoony!" Turk said, grabbing a piece of toast as he ran out of the door. He had gotten a new car earlier in the month, and poor Sasha has been neglected ever since.
He rolled out of bed and threw his scrubs on, the light green pair that was the only clean pair he had left. "Hey Carla, do you mind doing my la-"
"No." She scoffed and smiled half way at her friend, lacing her sneakers on and heading out the door before Turk could throw a bitch fit.
"Figured…." He brushed his teeth at the speed of light, and then followed the Latina out of the apartment just like old times.
I can't do this all on my own
No I know
I'm no superman.
I'm no superman.
"After a while, when you walk through the doors of your office you can almost feel what kind of day it is going to be." JD sighed as he walked through the emergency room. It was only seven o'clock A.M. and already there had to be at least fourteen people waiting. "And something is telling me that today isn't going to be a good one. You see, the hospital almost has energy, an energy that summarized how much sickness and death there was. Some days, the hospital's energy is lower then others… and then sometimes, like today, it might have been at super-sayan level."
JD drifted off to a daydream about him being a Super Sayan with Turk and Hooch, about to go fight off the forces of evil.
The sound of a screaming ambulance interrupted his dreams, followed soon after by a stretcher and four EMT's busting through the door. A young girl, around seventeen, had a tourniquet around her right arm and an oxygen mask to her face. Her face looked slightly blue as it was contorted in pain; a bag of blood hanging from a hook with a tube feeding into her arm.
JD sighed and hung his head. Another teenage suicide.