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Don't Steal My Story!
1.4 My X-Ray
"Turk!" Carla slapped his hand. "Don't take JD's sandwich!"
"But baby?" He whined. "He's been gone for like, ever."
Carla looked at her watch, "It's been a half hour, he probably got held up with Mr. Martin... He will talk for hours if you let him."
Turk pouted like a child and put the sandwich back on JD's tray.
Turk waited patiently for JD to return and after 30 more minutes and the end of their lunch arrived Carla gave in.
"Fine!"
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"JD?" Carla asked as she entered Mr. Martin's room.
"Mr. Martin, how long ago did Dr. Dorian leave after giving you your meds?"
"My meds?" Mr. Martin asked confused. "I haven't seen Dr. Dorian all day..."
When Carla looked in the staff lounge and still didn't find JD she started looking in all the empty rooms, after several failed attempts she finally found him laying on a bed in one of the private rooms.
"Bambi?"
What do I do? I could just tell her everything... Maybe she could help, she is one of the nicest people I know... Or she could push me away like everyone else that knows and she would probably take everyone else with her. Make a joke...
"Hey Carla, I thought of another one... What starts with 'P' and ends with orn?"
"I don't know JD..."
"Popcorn! You thought I was going to say porn. Admit it Carla, I got you!"
Carla smiled and sat down next to him on the bed.
"Bambi, is something wrong?"
"I'm just a little tired... Mr. Martin was talking my ear off and I knew you guys would be coming soon anyways so I just decided to get a little rest."
"Can I see your arm?"
"Carla, can I tell you something?"
Carla thought he was going to have a break through, "Anything Bambi?"
"The guys kinda ride me about not being into sports like them and well... I don't want them to know that I got hurt just by getting a ball knocked out of my hands."
That's it JD, make her feel sorry for you... I know deep down she is more of a sensie than I am!
"Bambi... Can I please just look at it?"
"You won't make a big deal out of it?"
"No JD, I just want to look..." Carla asked as if she was pleading.
"Fine..." He rolled up his sleeve just enough to show his wrist which was much more swollen and purple than it was the night before.
"Wiggle your fingers."
"No thank you Nurse Turk..."
"You can't do it can you?"
"It's the swelling..." Carla was sure that as JD was talking her was trying to convince himself with his story more than he was trying to convince her. "Once the swelling goes down I will be able to move them, I mean, come on Carla, my fingers look like a hot dog in the microwave just before it bursts all over. Which, I forgot to apologize for you having to clean the microwave the other day. I accidently put the timer on 11 minutes instead of one. Granted, I probably should have realized after 11 minutes that something was wro-"
"Bambi..." Carla interrupted, "Will you go down and get an x-ray for me?"
"Later... I have patients and we are 20 minutes over our lunch time."
"Promise?"
I hate lying to her...
"Promise."
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When JD got home he wasn't expecting to find Elliot at the apartment with Carla and Turk.
"What are you doing here?" JD asked surprised.
"I made dinner!" Elliot smiled holding up a plate of food.
"More like ordered dinner." Turk laughed, "Come dig in before it get's cold sitting out on the stove, in the Styrofoam containers."
JD put his backpack down on the couch and went to join his friends.
"So how was your day today little cub?" JD asked Izzy as she rubbed food all over her face laughing.
Keep talking to the baby and Carla won't be able to ask you about the x-
Carla interrupted his thoughts, "Bambi, did you get that x-ray?"
"Yes Mrs. Worry Wart, everything was fine."
"Good." Carla turned back to her food.
"Oh! JD..." Elliot said as she remembered something, "Little Johnny woke up today!"
JD dropped his fork, "Turk, how did that ruptured appendectomy go?"
"JD!" Elliot said in her high squeal, "I was talking to you!"
"I know, I heard you Wilbur!"
JD imagined Elliot talking to him but instead of her head she had the head of Wilbur the pig from Charloltte's Web.
"We took the breathing tube out today, he has no memory of what happened but it looks like he is going to be okay."
"Bambi, is that the little boy you were up worrying about the other night? That's great news!"
"I wasn't up worrying about anyone the other night." JD said defensively as he stood up. "Thank you for the dinner Elliot. Now if you will excuse me, I am not feeling well and am going to go lay down."
"JD?" Elliot called after him.
"Bambi?"
"Leave the man alone baby. He's different than us, he has feeeeeeelings, give him some alone time..."
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"I'm going to go talk to JD before I leave..." Elliot said as she stood up from the table.
"You ladies are impossible!" Turk rolled his eyes.
"JD? Can I come in?" Elliot asked as she pushed open the door.
"Uh... Sure..." He called back quietly...
Elliot walked in and found him sitting on the floor at the end of his bed.
"Feeling better?" As she sat down next to him she realized his eyes were blood shot.
"I can't seem to fight this bug... I guess I need some bug-b-gone."
That was so stupid, why did I say that?
"JD, do you want to talk?"
"About what?"
"Anything?"
"Hmmmmmm..." He tried to act like he was thinking hard. "Not that I can think of..."
"You sure?"
He nodded.
"Wanna talk to Carla or Turk?"
"Elliot, what is this?"
"Sorry... I thought maybe something was wrong but I guess I was wrong."
"Maybe that's what was wrong..."
"What?"
"Do you remember when Dr. Cox had everyone replace the word wrong with Dorian?"
She laughed, "I do."
"Well Elliot, nothing is Dorian."
She laughed again... "See you tomorrow JD..."
"Later Elliot!"
At the end of the day I knew it wasn't right for me to be lying to all my friends. I knew that I should just talk to them, after all, they are my friends. What is Dorian with me?
