Scrubs

My Journey

Heh, sorry people for spelling patient wrong. From here on out, it shall be spelled correct...ifically... So, there ya go. By the way... JD's pen number is 3674.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs. But, with your help, I could! Lies...


Okay, okay, so yesterday was efficiently strange...

JD walked quickly through the halls, mint chocolate chip ice cream in one hand, a plastic spoon in the other.

That doesn't mean I can't go check on Miyoko. I mean, she is my patient. But then again...

"Murphy!" JD, yelled, watching the total failure that Murphy was, drag a body bag down the hall.

Murphy dropped the bag, spinning around to face JD. Around the candy sucker in his mouth, he slurred out, "Yeah, JD?"

JD held out the ice cream and spoon. "In room one-oh-three, my patient Miyoko needs this ice cream. Can you bring it to her?"

"Sure," Murphy began, reaching for the container, just ask Dr. Cox strolled through and intercepted it.

"Who-oh-hooaa, there Newbie!" he yelled, lifting the ice cream above his head. "Now, Brandy, I don't know how good of an idea that is. Just because you're horribly frigtened your tonsil patient might forget on you doesn't mean you should intentionally slaughter her by sending in Nervous Guy, who by a strange turn of events turned out to be a worse doctor than you. Now, next time you feel the need to kill a patient, just send your wife, Ghandi in. He will, atleast, make it alittle less painful."

JD opened his mouth to speak, but... "Oh, no, no, I'm not done Khristy. You're gonna go ahead and take this ice cream to Miyoko, and you're gonna stay in there with her for a whole four minutes. And as tough as that might be for you since it is so obviously your time of the month, we all gotta make sacrafices, don't we?"

He sat the ice cream on one of JD's sholders and the spoon on the other. The ice cream fell to the floor, but the spoon stayed. "Now, go do your job, you idiot."

With that said, Dr. Cox walked off.

Murphy frowned. "No one has any faith in me..." He spun around, walking away, empty handed.

"Murph, you're forgetting your... dead person," JD, said, picking up his ice cream, and scurring the other way.


Standing awkwardly outside the giant window of Miyoko's room, JD sighed. "I wish I had a mitten..."

"Here's a mitten." And, suddenly, the ice cream was flung out his hand, halfway down the hall.

JD automatically knew who it was. "Janitor..."

He turned to face his grey-clad enemy. "What is it, cleaner guy?" JD asked, menicingly.

"Cleaner guy? That's stupid, Scooter."

"Well, Scooter's stupider..." JD turned, trying to seem tough, and walked down the hall toward the fallen ice cream. He picked it up and walked back towards the door and the Janitor, who knocked it right back out his hand once he got close enough.


After a ten minute 'I-Dare-You-To-Knock-This-Ice-Cream-Out-Of-My-Hand-Again' war, JD managed to make his way into Miyoko's room.

She smiled brightly when she saw him. "Hey Dr. Dorian!" she said, voice still a tad low and raspy. "Where've you been? I've felt like I haven't had a doctor all day!"

There's a reason for that...

He handed her the ice cream. "Now, now, Miyoko, what did I say about calling me Dr. Dorian?"

"Oh! You told me to..." Miyoko stopped, mid-sentance, looking dazed. "I can't remember."

"I said," he began, trying not to show the fact he didn't want to be in the room, "That you either call me JD, or Vanillia Bear, my friend!"

"Oh!" she said. "I remember. And you said that you were gonna call me Miyoko-chan-chan-chan..."

He knodded, watching her pull the top of the container off and dig into the frozen treat. "Okay then, I gotta go check on my other patients. Bye!"

He spun around, starting for the door, only to see Dr. Cox standing outside of it.

He shook his head and pointed at his watch. That was fallowed by him miming as though he'd choke him if he left.

JD frowned. Should have saw that coming...

He turned back to Miyoko. "Nevermind... How's that ice cream treatin' you, Miyoko-chan-chan-chan?"

"Mm, great," she said, mouth full.


JD stepped out of Miyoko's room roughly an hour after he'd planned. His eyes were open, and he hadn't blinked for about a minute. He shut the door, softly, behind him.

Dr. Cox waited, promply by the door. "Well, Bethany, was it that bad?"

Still doe-eyed, JD finally blinked. "She's the most interesting person I've ever met," he admitted. "She has stories that noone else could top, ever. And she's so great at telling them! I mean, besides when she forgets what she's talking about... And her dad went to highschool with Arnel! And..."

Dr. Cox whistled. "Shut up. Don't care. Shut up. Don't care. Shut up. Don't care," he repeated, waving his hands back and forth, walking the opposite way.

What. A. Jerk.