Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs, but if I did…I would totally die of happiness!
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"…and so I said, why use a sponge when you've got a toothbrush!"
A snort followed and J.D watched as Elliot held her nose in an attempt to stop them. He waited patiently and was surprised at how long the strange pig like noises continued.
Suddenly Elliot's face contorted into a strange expression and he watched as blood started trickling out of the nose.
"Oh Crap! Frick, J.D I'm going to have to….I need to…..where are the tissues!!"
Raising an eyebrow, J.D watched her sprint towards a nearby patient's room.
What a great party trick…
Twisting skillfully around (he had practiced), J.D folded his arms on the counter to the nurses station and pretended to observe his chart as he spaced out for a few moments.
Lately I have been noticing how very long the days are. My usual attempts at blurring the hours have, strangely enough, led to me standing in the stairwell and staring at the wall, having completely forgotten why I was there and what I was doing. I have also been a lot happier than usual. My hatred towards my brother has even become a pleasant buzz, much like coffee.
I have also noticed that Dr. Cox has been avoiding me, though that could be on account of me ending up at his apartment, drunk and on the verge of a break down. I had thought that it would be embarrassing and incredibly awkward but… it has been surprisingly calm.
Though as they always say…there is a calm before the storm.
"Honey, are you going to even pretend to pay attention to me?"
Flicking his eyes quickly up he shook himself out of his dream like state and met Lavern's eyes.
He answered smoothly, "I could lose myself in those eyes."
The elder nurse rolled her eyes and tossed a chart next to him, "Unless you've got a whole lot of diamonds in those pockets of yours, I'm still married."
Smiling, J.D pulled open the chart and inspected it.
His heart dropped as he read the details: Two broken ribs, a minor concussion and lacerations to the back. Another note was scribbled on the bottom and J.D almost whacked himself with the folder.
Why do I always get the abuse victims? I know that I'm pretty warm and fuzzy but I really hate seeing this stuff.
He sighed as he flipped headed towards the door that had his new patient in it.
He flipped the chart up and examined the patients vital's before looking up.
A pale young man was lying in the hospital bed and staring at him while a girl of the same age stood up expectantly, bringing the elder woman's attention to him and she straightened her skirt and pushed down the folds of her blouse.
My first guess: His mother and his girlfriend. Perhaps I haven't lost my awesome abilities after all.
J.D smiled as warmly as he could, watching with satisfaction as they all broke out into nervous grins.
He quickly flicked his eyes to the chart as he spoke, "well Mr.….Andrews. Hey my primary teacher's name was Mrs. Andrews."
Gazing off into space for a second he missed the grin that formed on the young man's face.
"Anyways, it seems that you've got yourself a pretty bad set of injuries there…."
He trailed off and closely observed their reactions. He was slightly surprised when the girl, boy, and elder woman all looked away in sudden nervousness. Usually the victim of these sorts of things kept what happened hidden, having a huge fear of rejection.
Why am I listing these off as observations, it's not like I'm a stranger in this area. I never even had a proper friend until Turk.
Shaking off the stream of negative thoughts that he was determined to keep at bay, J.D spoke again, "Um…Mr. Andrews, before we go any further. I'm going to need to know who these two are…."
J.D smiled apologetically at the two females as they focused on him once more.
The young man cleared his throat, "Uh…well you can just call me Tom," J.D nodded and Tom continued, pointing to the elder woman and then the other girl, "This is my mum and this is Jenny, my girlfriend."
I knew I still had it!
J.D nodded, "Okay, cool. I guess I shoul…"
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Turk walking past. Without a moment of hesitation or regard for the people in the room, J.D quickly shouted, "Chocolate-Bear!"
Turk skidded to a halt and bounced into the room, moving to some silent beat.
I wish I could have a musical step, that would be so awesome.
As Turk and J.D gave each other a manly hug, the surgeon spoke, "Vanilla-bear, tell me and tell me straight. Have you...still…got….it?"
J.D tossed his head in bashfulness, "Well my friend. I made a particularly good prediction before."
Turk's face formed a frown and he pulled three, five dollar bills, slapping them into J.D's hand.
As the surgeon walked out of the door, J.D yelled after him, "you under-estimate my powers, you traitorous bear!"
Turk walks into the room, transformed into a bear. The Turk-bear growls as he asks J.D, "did you just call me a traitor?"
J.D hesitates as he answers, "…only a little one."
Turk-bear shakes his head sympathetically, "You made me do it, man."
J.D screams as his mutated friend lunges for him.
Turning back the group, J.D smiled again, relieved to see their expressions where ones of amusement and not complete and utter hatred for his very being and even the ground he has walked on.
It had happened before.
"Newbie!!"
Speaking of which…here comes the inevitable storm….
The doctor walked into the room and roughly grabbed the chart from J.D's hands. From his peripheral vision, J.D could see the young man gulp nervously and his girlfriends grip on his hand tighten slightly.
The elder doctor remained silent for a moment, letting a strong tension weigh the room. Still peering at the chart, Dr. Cox spoke, "Newbie, do you know what I just had to endure?"
J.D answered quickly, "It's the Turk-bear, isn't it?"
A warning growl erupted from the man, "Watch it Newbie," he paused before continuing, "Anyways…just this morning I was innocently checking my very old and very sick patients vital's and to my horror, I discovered that some kind of genetically mutated and life sized Barbie was shoving one and half boxes of tissues up her nose. Now, J.D, D.J or as I prefer to call you, Dorothy, I didn't even think that it was possible to get that many tissues up your nose. And do you know how I know that you were responsible?"
The doctor looked up dangerously, "…I had to listen to her talk…which, might I add, was one of the most excruciatingly painful things I have ever done."
"So what your going to do for me is….that's right. You're going to take that patient that was so rudely interrupted by Barbie and you're going to treat her."
The doctor grinned, threw the chart at J.D and spoke as he waltzed out of the room, "Have a good day, Dorothy!"
J.D gripped the folder tightly and pushed the anger out of his mind.
Didn't Rowdy advise me against pushing down my feelings?
"Well, Mr. Andrews, where going to keep you here for a few more days just to make sure you're alright. I'll check up on you in a few hours."
He smiled at them and headed out of the door though just hearing the old woman say quietly, "what a lovely young man, I'm glad he's your doctor."
Damn straight I'm lovely.
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J.D watched the cartoon on the T.V
We still have to save the rainicorn and the princess…..so do you know what time it is? It's…ADVENTURE TIME!! (1)
He sighed as he watched it absentmindedly, the blur of the dog as it transformed.
A feeling of loneliness crept up on him as realized that he was the only one in the room. Even Turk and Carla had ended their shifts for the comfort of the apartment.
No, I'm meant to be happy today…no negative thoughts.
"Hey, Newbie…."
Well at least I'm not alone anymore…
The elder doctor slumped into the couch and yawned as he watched the show.
From the corners of his eyes, J.D could see the man's eyes flicker towards him occasionally.
After a significantly awkward silence, Dr. Cox spoke, "I know, I've been a bastard lately."
J.D jolted in surprise as he heard that, immediately coming to his defense, "No you haven't! You've been hard on me, but that's just because I'm an idiot. It isn't your fault!"
Dr. Cox flicked his nose and crossed his arms, "Stop being such a goody good. Nobody and I repeat….NOBODY, is that nice. Stop laying on the crap. I have a reason for my behavior; I'm missing out on time with my son. From what I can see, you don't have a reason for being overly nice. So at the mistake of sounding like I care….which I don't. What the hell is going on with you?"
J.D let a silence envelope the room again as he thought of what he should say.
He turned to the T.V again, so as not to make the man awkward, "I don't know…I just…I don't know what I'm doing any more."
The doctor spoke again, "what about that episode you had at my apartment? What was that about?"
He hesitated again, "My….my brother did something pretty important and forgot to tell me…and then he tried to cover it up by telling me something else which was even more important…which I was, once again, the last to know about. And … I keep on remembering things…that I really don't want to…."
"Newbie, since when do you…nay, anybody, actually take their siblings actions seriously? The sole purpose of brothers is to give you high blood pressure. And what I suggest about those memories, see a counselor. Their better than you'd think."
Smiling, J.D flicked the channels, "Yeh…thanks"
Dr. Cox stood up and nodded in his direction before exiting the room.
I wish I could take that advice.
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(1) Best show ever….
A/N: There is going to be a lot of mention to Tom and group. Not anything like those, "OMG! What a coincidence that these completely random people happen to be somehow distantly connected to J.D!"
Nah….
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