"Good morning, Mrs Avies, how are you this morning?"
"Fine, just fine…"
I sighed. It was difficult to properly diagnose this woman when she wouldn't tell me the truth about how she was feeling.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes…"
The old woman was clearly in pain, but I didn't want to pressure her, so I walked out. I slipped on some water, and ended up flat on my back, only to have the Janitor run his mop over my face several. I spat out some of the water, like a whale.
"Mornin' Scooter!"
He walked off, whistling. I stood up, and walked off. Stupid Janitor. Oh well. Today was going to be sunshine and roses…
"Oof!"
Ok, apart from that.
"Newbie, I thought we had a no following rule this week!"
"Sorry, Dr Cox"
I edged my way around him and walked away slightly quicker than before. I could feel my face going bright red, like a tomato. Hmm…
There is a pop sound, and JD's head turns into a tomato with his face still there. "Oh my God!" he yells. The Janitor walks up and pricks the tomato-head with a pin, and walks off as JD's head begins to deflate and juice squirts out of the pinprick.
"There'd be seeds all over the floor" I muttered, before I noticed Carla waiting patiently for me to come out of my daydream.
"You ok, JD?" she asked. "You've gone bright red, like tomato ketchup!"
Hmm…
There is a pop sound, and JD's head turns into a bottle of tomato ketchup. "What the hell?" he screams.
"My fantasies are getting weirder every second!" I said. Carla glared at me.
"Seriously, Bambi, are you ok?"
"Yeah. It's just that the one day I don't want to bump into him is the day I seem to bump into him more than often"
"Aww, Bambi, I know. It's only four more days!"
"Yeah…"
I sidestepped her and walked off. I suddenly realised that she'd been calling me by her old pet name recently. Strange.
But it was true. During the day, I ran into Dr Cox at the TV lounge, the nurse's desk, even one of my patient's rooms. I was sure that was more times then I generally saw him during a week. It was as if he wanted us to meet. But that was obviously untrue. The guy hated me, and everyone knew it.
I was on call that night. So after checking up on 24 patients, loosing one and having to break the news to her son, and diagnosing about 14 people, I headed to the on call room. It was about 11:30 when I finally staggered in, exhausted, and lay down on one of the bunks to try to get five minutes of sleep.
Just as I began to rest my eyes, the door creaked open. I quickly shut my eyes tight, but not before I saw who came in the room.
Oh crap…