Scrubs
My Journey
I need to start writing my little blurbs again...
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs.
"No, JD! For the last time, I'm not going to ask Miyoko for sex advice! Why do you care about my... performances anyways?!"
"But, Elliot, she's so dynomite! She could help you not be such a-" JD stopped in the middle of his sentance.
Elliot froze, turning toward JD slowly.
Elliot was dressed in a Wonder Woman costume, lasso in hand. She swirled it above her head and caught me in it, squeezing it tighter. "What were you saying?" she asked.
"N-nothing..."
JD shook his head, expelling the though. Elliot was staring daggers -no, boomeranges with big splinters- at him.
"You get away from me Wonder Woman of Doom..." he said, running off.
As he ran off, he ran into Carla, who looked flustered. "Oh my goodness, JD! There you are! Miyoko's gone crazy!"
JD pressed his lips together. No...
"C'mon!" Carla yelled, pulling him by the arm.
Sooner or later, he realized he needed to be pulling his own weight and ran out ahead of Carla.
And he stopped at Miyoko's door. She was edged into the corner, several doctors trying to calm her down. But, a chair to the face was not something they'd take just to calm her down.
Swinging the wooden chair back and forth, Miyoko stayed in the corner, screaming loude enough to ring down the halls.
"Well, Newbie?" Dr. Cox said, seeming to come from nowhere.
JD looked over at him. "What?"
"Are you gonna take care of your patient or not?"
JD's lips parted as if her were about to speak, but no words came out. If he could have spoken, he knew the word that he'd say...
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Newbie!" Dr. Cox yelled, half-running into the room.
He pushed past the doctors, straight up to Miyoko, snatching the chair from her hands. He threw it into the wall and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Stop it!" he yelled, shaking her. "Miyoko, stop!"
Shock masked her face, and she flinched. Tears were overflowing her eyes.
He shook her once more. "Stop it!"
Everything went quiet then... But, things were still moving. Like, in a movie, when the saddest part happens. She cried, sliding from Dr. Cox's grip, and falling to the floor. And... she just sat there... And cried. And I still felt like she had no idea where she was. I didn't then, and still don't know today what I should have done. I just know I shouldn't have stood there..."She's okay now," Dr. Cox said. "It was kind of weird. Someone turned on the radio and she went back to normal. Like a trigger or something."
JD, sitting in the hospital commons, looked up from the floor. "Really?"
Dr. Cox rolled his eyes. "No, Newbie. I just said that for the pleasure of bothering the heck out of you. For God's sake, Carla, yes. Yes really."
Carla, ironically strolling into the room at the moment, said, "Are you talking to me?"
"No, I'm talking to her." He pointed towards JD.
"Oh..." she mumbled, walking towards the front door.
"Anyways..." Dr. Cox started, "She's your patient. I think you need to go check on her."
JD sighed. "I don't know."
"What?"
I looked up. Dr. Cox's face was beet read. He pulled out a chainsaw.
"Go, or I'll cut off your feet!"
"Here we go again, Kristy! Now, I think that just two days ago I got you to go into that room! I'm not too sure why you can't go into that room anyways! You did say she was just oh-ho so interesting yesterday! And, as much as I didn't care, you continued to mention it. Now, why don't you just scurry your little twelve year old feet to the store and trade that training bra in for a nice A cup. Now, go and check on your patient or I'll cut off your feet."
JD rolled his eyes. "What if I don't want to?"
"Now, Mary Anne, I don't think you should go there with me. There are plenty of things that I don't like to do. I don't like washing the dishes, cleaning the toilet, heart-felt conversations with Jordan, and lets not forget, talking to you. So, if you want to play that game, bring it on, Mallory. You'll lose every time. And if you couldn't guess, I am going with Baby-Sitter's Club names today. Intersting that I know them, I know. Now, go check on your patient or I'll cut off your feet."
With that, Dr. Cox was off, to scare interns or whatever it is that he enjoyed.
He said he'd cut off my feet twice...
JD stood up. Better now than never... Wait, that didn't make since...
Standing infront of Miyoko's room was like standing...
"Hi JD!" Miyoko yelled, swinging open her door, and cutting JD from his thoughts. She was fully dressed, and her voiced sounded just fine.
JD tilted his head. "What? Where are you going?"
"Um, to this Ice Cream parlor to meet my parents..." she said. "They wanted me to tell you something..."
JD looked suprised. He'd forgotten that she was only there for a short time! And, that short time, he'd been totally scared to go in her room.
Miyoko flipped open her cell phone and called a number. The two stood there, awkwardly, Miyoko tapping her foot, JD still looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Hey, mom!" Miyoko said, suddenly. "Yeah! Y- No, I'm fine. Yeah, like three times as a matter of fact. Well, mom you didn't write it on the form! No one knew! Who goes out of town when their daughter is getting their tonsils removed anyways? No! I can drive mom! Even though that doesn't make since either! N- No, shut up, mom. Tell dad to wait. My ice cream'll melt if he orders it now. Mom! Mom! ... Yeah, remember yesterday when I called you and told you about my super dynamite doctor? Yeah, what did you want me to tell him again?"
Miyoko waited. "I can't remember all that, dude. Okay."
She held out the phone toward JD. "Here! My mom wants to talk to you!" She smiled.
"Oh," JD mumbled, taking the phone. He brought it to his ear slowly. "...Hello...?"
"Hi! You must be that great doctor my daughter was telling me about!"
"Ye-"
"She says you were the nicest doctor she's ever had! And we wanted you to come for ice cream with us!"
"Well-"
"Oh, no, no! Don't worry about it! It's on us! We won't take no for an answer!"
"But-"
"Don't be silly! Come down with Miyoko! She can bring you back!" Click!
That was weird...
"Sooo, What'd she tell you?"
"She said she wanted me to go for ice cream with you guys," JD said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Ooooohhhhh... Right..." She mumbled. "Wouldn't that be cool, JD?! You should totally come!"
"Well, I don't know. I've got alot of work to do, and..."
Holy crap! How'd I get in her car?!
JD looked over at Miyoko in the driver's seat of a small 2001 cougar. She looked concentrated. JD didn't know how he looked, but he knew he was scared half to death to be riding in a car with a dementia patient.
"Oh, I almost forgot!"
Well, that's a surprise...
Miyoko turned on the car's CD player. It wasn't much of a surprise to him that Journey began to play, but that didn't stop him from screaming like a little girl. "Oh my goodness! Journey!"
Miyoko laughed. "Yeah. They kind of help me keep focus..."
But, JD was already somewhere else. "Another night in any town! You can hear the thunder of theirrrr cryyyyy!"
"Okay..." Miyoko mumbled. "You're weird."
"Only the young can stay! They're free to flyyyy away! Sharing the saaame desires! Burnin' like wiiiildfireeee!"
"You're weird, JD," Miyoko said, walking toward an Ice Cream Parlor, named Chocolate and Vanilla.
Chocolate and Vanilla? Why in the word hadn't Chocolate Bear and I ever heard of this place?!
"Only the young can stay..." JD mumbled quietly.
"Yeah..."
Miyoko pushed open the doors to the Ice Cream Parlor, walking in befor JD. He fallowed after, still quietly mumbling Journey lyrics, literally mashing different songs into one giant Journey-mush-mess.
The girl looked back and forth, standing in the middle of the Parlor. She tilted her head. "My parents aren't here..." she mumbled.
"Really?" JD said, sounding slighly disapointed.
He looked at Miyoko and stupidly looked around for any asian couple he could find. "What about those people?!" he asked, pointing at an old, Tai couple with grey hair.
Miyoko rolled her eyes at him. "First off, they're like one million year old, and second off, my mom's white."
JD sighed. "That could be them..." he mumbled.
"JD, I forget things. But I know what my parents look like."
That was weird. That was the first time I'd ever actually heard her say anything about her condition... She'd never mentioned it be for, actually. And even now, she pointed out that she forgot things. Not that she had dementia. But, then again...
I have been skipping and jumping past her room like a ninja lately...
