Scrubs
My Journey
Disclaimer: I do not own scrubs. How sad...
It's sort of funny how much music has an impact on our lives. When Lavern was alive, she depended alot on gosple.
I can hardly remember a surgrey that Turk's been in where they didn't have the stereo on.
Elliot had a strange exstisive knowledge of rap music...
I'd never met someone quite like Miyoko, though. Music was her tie to reality. Literally.
"Hey, Elliot, check it out!" JD said, standing behind Elliot with Turk.
Elliot spun around, and faced the two. Turk held a giant clip board in his hands and JD held a huge pencil.
"World's biggest medical records!" they both yelled, grinning from ear to ear.
"Seriously, guys, where do you get the money for these things?" Elliot muttered, narrowing her eyes.
Turk dropped the giant clip board, that had a giant note pad clipped to it. He scowld at her.
"Dr. Dorian. Write her a perscribtion for a sense of humor, will ya?"
"Can do, Dr. Turk," JD said, scowling and lifting the pencil to the paper. He stared intently at Elliot, writing with the pencil -that was the same hight as him- at the same time. "One... Sense... Of... Humor... Elliot... Reid..."
The three looked down at the paper. There was only giant, dark squiggles written on it. "Um... Well, then," JD mumbled, leaning over and ripping the the giant paper from it's pad. He folded it in half, and handed it to Elliot. "There you are, ma'am."
Elliot snatched the paper from him, rolling her eyes.
It was strange how quickly it all happened. We met, we laughed, I learned she was absolutly out of her mind.
JD heard the song, and it drew him towards it like a moth to a flame.
"Just a small town girl..." The voice was low and melodic, but it wasn't the voice that made JD burst into song. It was the song itself.
He spun around, facing a short, brown haired girl. He couldn't decipher weather she was Chinese or Japanese, but he knew she had to be one of them. "Livin' in a lonley world!" he yelled out, sliding infront of the girl.
Her brown curls bounced and she came to a stop. She smiled at him. "She took the midnight train goin' anywhere."
"Just a city boy! Born and raised in South Detroit!"
"He took the midnight train going anywhere."
JD dove into the rest of the song, and the teenaged girl stood nearby and giggled.
"JD," Turk said, trying to get him to stop belting out the Journey lyrics.
"Don't stop believin'! Whoa-oh-oohh!"
"JD!" Turk yelled again, and when he didn't reply again, he screamed, "Horse Face Nurse is wearing a lace bra!"
JD stopped singing, abruptly, and did a 360, around the hospital commons. "Where..." he muttered.
The girl laughed again, covering her mouth. "You're a Journey fan?" she asked JD.
"Yeah!" JD said. "I actually met Arnel Pineda. He let me have a jam session with him and everything."
She gasped. "No way! Really?!"
"No..." JD muttered. "The closest I've ever gotten to them is watching their videos..."
"Oh," she muttered. "Well, it's still a pretty cool idea..."
Suddenly, JD's head tilted up, and he was in his imagination land. And so did the girl's.
"Hit it, Arnel!" I yelled, and Arnel and I starting singing 'Dont' Stop Believing.'
"I'll never stop believing, Arnel! Never!"
"Whoa-oh-oooh..." JD and the girl muttered at the same time.
"Oh my God..." Turk muttered.
"Are they..." Elliot wispered.
"I think they are," Turk said. "They're both day dreaming..."
"Not only that," Elliot said. "But about the..."
"Same thing..." they finished together.
The girl snapped out of her daydream first. "Oh! I was supposed to come up here with this doctor... But he walked the other way... He told me to find... Um, I can't remember..."
The girl shook her head, trying to remember what she was going to say. "Anyways, he was tall!" she yelled. "And had curly hair."
JD finally snapped away from his Arnel Pineda daydream and said, "Did he look like the perfect mentor?"
"Yup," she sighed.
"Dr. Cox!" he yelled.
"Yes! That was it!" the girl yelled.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle brought everyone's attention to the door. Dr. Cox stood there, arms at his hips. "Well, it seems that Miyoko just so happened to run into the right group of people," he said. "However, these three right people will forever be the completly and totally wrong group of people in my book, in every single kind of way."
Turk rolled his eyes. "Man, Dr. Cox, you need to have some faith in us!"
"Of course, Ghandi," he muttered. "Now, this girl here-" he grabbed her sholder "-is Miyoko Green. She's getting her tonsils removed and unluckily for her, Ghandi here is her surgeon. Hopefully, he can do this simple surgery without killing her off."
Turk lifted a finger, ready to tell Dr. Cox off, but he was continuing befor Turk could think of something to say. "And, even more unlucky for this unforturnate soul, Darma here's her doctor. So, it's a lose-lose situation, either way."
"Well, what do I have to do with anything?" Elliot asked, waving her giant piece of paper around.
"You, Barbie, and practically useless. And just for the benifit of us all, I included you in the married group of idiots so you wouldn't start crying. So, there you go." And with that, Dr. Cox turned, taking the girl off to her hospital room.
"What. A. Jerk," JD said, shaking his head.
"You can say that again," Turk agreed.
Elliot sniffled, drawing both Turk and JD's attention to her. There were tears forming in her eyes.
Turk's eyes narrowed and he threw his hands into the air. "Elliot, are you crying!?" he yelled.
"He... called me useless..." She mumbled.
Turk picked up the giant pencil handed it to JD. "Write her a perscription for some courage and a box of tissue!"
"The box'll be big," JD mumbled, as he began writing. "Like my pen..."
Miyoko stood next to her bed, hospital gown on. She yawned. "When's this road getting on the show?" she asked.
JD stared, his mind racing with all the questions he could use to try and clarify what she'd just said. He desided to go with an original. "Whaaaat?"
"When am I getting these darned things out?" she asked, pointing at her mouth.
"Oh. Probably tomorrow, JD mumbled.
Dr. Cox rolled his eyes. "Try tonight, Wonder Woman," he said, picking up Miyoko's charts.
Aaahhh, Wonder Woman... The best of all female super heroes!
Dr. Cox narrowed his eyes, a look of complete confusion blanketing his face. He looked up from her charts. "Miyoko, how old are you?" he asked.
"Seventeen," she answered, sitting up on her temporary bed. "Why?"
Befor Dr. Cox could elaborate, his pager went off. He looked at it. "I got a pacient in failure. Check out her charts, Newbie." And with that, he was running out the door, dropping the chart on the floor.
"Charts?" JD mumbled. He picked up the chart, and began to open it... And, his alarm went off too. He checked it out. "I got a pacient in failure too..." he muttered. "I'll be back, Miyoko," he said, running out the door.
"Stupid, Janitor!" he yelled. "How the hell did he get my pager number!? Even worse, why is he telling me my pacients are dying! That's a horrible trick! Just horrible!"
Carla stared at JD, from behind the counter of the nurse's station. "Were you talking to me?" she asked.
"No, Carla," he said, sarcastically. "I was only talking towards you."
"Oh," she said. "Well, that's good. Shouldn't you be checking on your tonsil pacient?"
"Oh, right... Ice Cream..." he said. He ran off.
Carla rolled her eyes, rolling her chair toward the Nurse's mini freezer. She opened it up, and pulled out a small container of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Soon after, JD ran back and grabbed it. "I forgot the..."
"I know," Carla said. "Just go, Bambi."
"Right." JD ran off, again. He stopped, midway, and ran back again. Carla already had a spoon sitting on the counter, ontop of a napkin. "Can't forget these..." he mumbled, running off for a last time.
JD stepped into Miyoko's room. "Hey, Miyoko!" he greeted, holding out the frozen treat.
Miyoko had a look on her face, as if she were daydreaming, but her head wasn't tilted. She was looking directly at JD. "Who?" she asked, her voice quiet and raspy from surgery.
A look of confusion swept over JD's face. "You," he said, flicking on the radio.
Journey was playing, and Don't Stop Believing seeped from the speakers.
Miyoko blinked, and came back to reality. "Oh! Yeah," she muttered. She took the ice cream from him, and pulled off the top. "Thanks, Dr. Dorian."
"No problem, my friend! It's all in a day's work for a doctor such as myself!"
Miyoko smiled, wirely.
"How ya feelin'?" JD asked, sitting in a chair, near her bed.
She shrugged. "My throat hurts... But, I guess that's normal..."
"Yup," he said. "Oh, and you aren't supposed to talk too much..." he said, as if he'd mentioned it amillion times befor, even though this was the first time he'd said it.
"Then maybe you should stop asking me questions..."
"Good point."
On call nights are never really a problem for me. Usually, pacients sleep soundly, and I can walk around and talk to the rest of the doctors on call. Today, however, was strange...
JD leaned agenst the nurse's station and yawned. "Sup, Carla?" he asked, casually.
She smiled. "Nothin'." she said. "Waiting to get off my shift. Why?"
JD spun around to face her. "Want the honest truth?" he asked. Befor she got a chance to answer, he yelled out, "I'm bored!"
"Weren't you writing Elliot giant perscriptions for things she can't physically get?" Carla asked.
"Yeah, but she got off hours ago! And I think she was getting annoyed by it..."
That could have been guessed when she grabbed the pencil and tried to shank me with it...
"Well, Bambi, I've got pacients to check on. So, I can't help you. Just... think of something." Carla spun around, and walked off, leaving JD to pout.
Afew seconds after Carla was out of site, there was a tug on JD's scrubs. He spun around coming face to face with Miyoko.
"Excuse me, sir..." she wispered. "Could you tell me where I am? Or, why my throat hurts so badly?"
JD's look of confusion returned, and he raised his eyebrows. "Miyoko, you're at the hospital. Remember? You had your tonsils removed."
It happened really quickly... I didn't even know Dr. Cox was nearby. But, the next thing I knew, he was taking Miyoko's hand and dragging her away.
"Wha-" she began. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Newbie!" Dr. Cox yelled, struggling with the wriggling teenager. "Didn't you read her charts!?"
JD's eyes grew wide. "No..." he mumbled. He knew he'd forgotten something...
"Let me go!" Miyoko yelled again, somehow, breaking from Dr. Cox's grip. "Help me!"
Befor she could get anywhere, Dr. Cox was wrapping his arms over her chest, holding her in place. "I need someone from the Phyc Ward! Stat!" he yelled.
Tears were welling up in Miyoko's eyes, as she tried to get from of the steel grip Perry used to keep her in place. "Help!" she screamed again. "Someone help!"
JD turned toward the nurse's station. They always kept extra copies of the charts.To the first nurse he saw, he quickly said, "Get me Miyoko Green's charts."
The nurse broke her concentration from the screaming girl and began scanning through the charts. She found the correct charts, and handed them to JD.
He opened them and read through it, quickly. Next to the Extra Conditions section, written in all capital letters was the word: DEMENTIA.
"Dementia?" JD mumbled, looking up from the charts, to the screaming girl. "How does a seventeen year old have dementia?"
Dementia is the progressive decline in cognitive function due to damage or disease in the brain, usually found within ealderly persons. It can also be found in adults, and very very rarely in children.
Persons forget just about everything about themselfs and their lives, and are disoriented when it comes to time(i.e.; the day of the week, the month, or what year it is). They may also forget where they are, who they know, and who they are.
It may be reversible, depending upon the etiology of the disease, however less than ten percent of cases are treatable.