I don't care much for the new "hit count". I mean, I find out one of my stories had 13 hits, but I have a big whopping ZILCH in the review department for it! It's okay though, you get to see how popular the story is. . .
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This only happened once before in college. I stopped the problem by avoiding it, but now I'm older and take care of this in person.
J.D. saw Michael walking his way and ducked behind the nearest tall person, realizing too late it was Dr. Cox. J.D. watched Michael walk past and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see him.
But now he had a different problem.
"Jodie, please don't tell me you were hiding from that nurse behind me."
"Okay, I won't." J.D. spoke up and faced Dr. Cox.
"Excuse me?"
"Ah . . . nothing. Well, he was . . ."
"Listen, I don't care much for your girl problems. I actually have work to do. You do know what that is, right? That is why you showed up today? I mean, otherwise, you can go home." Dr. Cox gestured down the hall to the 'Exit' sign.
J.D. could never tell if he was serious or not and sometimes when he was, J.D. made a fool of himself and when he wasn't, J.D. usually ended up making a fool of himself anyway.
"Really?" J.D. hoped that was his best response. Dr. Cox stared at J.D. like he just grew breasts, though he wouldn't be surprised. Without saying anything, Dr. Cox shook his head and stomped away. "Is that a yes?"
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another thing I noticed is that the more you DON'T want to see a person, the more they show up everywhere.
J.D. seemed to be running into Michael everywhere and though Michael didn't seem to mind, J.D. did. Finally able to get a break to eat, J.D. took his time making his way slowly down to the cafeteria.
When he got there, he saw how empty it was and wondered where everyone was. He got in line and when he had chosen a small, but filling, meal he searched for a table that was occupied. J.D. hated sitting alone, because he always needed to someone to talk to.
Scanning the room, there were a few tables with some people, but most of them were people he preferred not to talk to including Todd and a very old doctor who looked to be falling asleep in his soup.
The only other occupied table at the moment was holding the one person he wasn't sure he wanted to see – Michael.
I have to grow up. Just act normal and don't bring anything stupid up, like you always do.
J.D. breathed in and made his way to the table. He cleared his voice to let Michael know of his presence.
"Oh! Is this your table?"
"No, I . . . um . . . can I sit with . . . you?" J.D. spat out and looked around to make sure no one important was watching. Michael blinked, surprised someone actually wanted to sit with him.
"Uh, sure. Have a seat."
J.D. sat down and carefully placed his tray down on the table and opened his bottle of juice. They sat in silence, Michael embarrassed to say anything and J.D. slightly uncomfortable.
Maybe I should've sat with Todd . . . - - fantasy - - Todd slaps J.D.'s hand and it falls off because of the force - - end fantasy - - . . . maybe not.
"So, uh . . . a lot of patients today?" Michael tried to start up a conversation and J.D., always having a funny story to tell about someone began to elaborately tell a hilarious story about a man who showed up in a jump suit and his skin was covered with purple polka dots.
When J.D. finished, he was about to tell another one when Todd and his other jock surgeon friends approached the table.
"Why're you talking to him?" one of them asked in a disgusting tone of voice.
"Yeah, you do know what he is right?" Todd asked J.D., but watched Michael.
"Some people say you'll go to hell for it, you know." Another said and the rest laughed. J.D. didn't know what to say and before he had time to think, Michael picked up his tray, threw away what was left on it and ran out.
Todd and his friends eventually walked away laughing and J.D. stayed where he was in his chair, his food getting cold and his drink getting warm.
I know I should've said something. I know, but I didn't. - - fantasy - - J.D. sticks up for Michael and gets shoved in a closet and his scrubs are stolen - - end fantasy - - That's why – because they'll turn to me.
J.D. sighed and finally got up and threw away his food as well and walked in a daze out of the cafeteria, bumping into Carla along the way. She turned back and stopped J.D.
"Hey, Bambi. Michael's in the lounge. He's really upset. Do you know what happened?"
"No," J.D. lied. "Why would I?"
Carla looked offended and pulled away.
"Sorry. I'll see you later." And she walked off. J.D. watched her leave and felt so angry at himself. He went to go find Elliot but decided to make a quick stop in the lounge first . . .
I promise Elliot will be in this more! That's about it, enjoy the rest, for it is coming!
