Hello to anyone who's reading!
Just so you know, this is set sometime in the fourth season when JD is still living with Turk and Carla.
I knew today was going to be great from the second I woke up. There just seemed to be something... good hanging in the air.
"Hey, Carla!" I greeted my roommate cheerfully as I skipped out of the bathroom and over to the kitchen. I leaned over the counter and tried to find what smelled so good.
Carla narrowed her eyes accusingly. "Why are you so happy? Did you put ketchup in Turk's pants again?"
"No... Hey, are those muffins?" I reached out is hand to grab one, but Carla slapped it away.
"Careful, Bambi, those are hot," she warned me, just as her husband walked into the room in his green scrubs. Strangely enough, they did not seem to have ketchup in them.
Uh-oh. I must have gotten the wrong scrubs. Carla will kill me! But how was I supposed to know that Turk didn't wear pink? I mean, they were in his drawer and everything, so it's natural I'd assume...
"Hey, dude, what you thinking?" Turk dragged me from my thoughts.
"Not thinking about you in gay scrubs," I shouted involuntarily.
"Okay then," he replied shortly, apparently used to my random bursts of weird words by now. Then he turned to his wife. "And how are you, sweetness?"
"I'm great." She leaned up and gave him a small kiss before turning and walking towards the muffin pan. "Want a muffin?" she called behind her.
"Yes, baby, please."
I hate to be left out of anything, especially muffin eating. "Carla, what about me? I want a muffin."
"They're sugar-free," she informed me.
"I don't care. I want a muffin!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me." She paused, glaring at me for a second. I gave her my best hurt puppy eyes. "You can have one." No one can resist the puppy eyes! She turned to fish two plates out of the cabinet for me and Turk, but when she turned around, we were already stuffing our faces with the treats, crumbs falling from our mouths as we chewed.
I heard her mumble something to herself as she put the plates back up.
"Um, Carla," Turk started when he was almost finished chewing. "JD and I have got to go to work, but we'll meet you there later, right?"
"Well, Turk, I don't know. I assume JD is going to ride with you in the car, since your both going now, but that means the only way I'll be able to get there is by using his scooter, but there is no way I'm riding that thing!"
"She has a name, you know," I said, somewhat hurt. "Scooters have feelings too. I guess me and SCB are going on Sasha, right?"
"That or you're walking."
"I call front!" Turk shouted.
I was on the back of my own scooter, my arms wrapped around Turks waist so I wouldn't fall off. "Are we there yet?" I shouted to annoy Turk.
"What?" Turk yelled back. "I can't here you."
Since I was behind him, I heard Turk just fine. "I said, are we there yet!"
"Yes," he said as we came to a stop in front of the hospital.
I imagine that Turk is driving in a car with Carla in the seat next to him. A younger version of me is sitting in the back seat, sucking his thumb. "Daddy, are we there yet?" I ask.
I have obviously been lost in my daydream for a while, because I suddenly feel something pulling at my arms, and I realize that it's Turk, struggling to get up. "Uh, Vanilla, I love you and all, but we've got this kind of sitting hug thing going on..."
"What?" I mutter vaguely. "Oh, sorry, just trying not to fall off... I should probably let go now." I quickly removes my hands from his waist, and we both get up and walk towards the hospital. I still know it is going to be a great day.
When they get in the building, we see Elliot sitting by the nurses' station with a hand mirror and a giant poofy thing that seems to be covered in blusher. The nurses have all backed away, and random medical staffs have gathered at a safe distance to watch Elliot rub the thing against her face, creating a giant, and most likely toxic, cloud around her. She coughed uncontrollably for a second. Then, she saw Turk and me frozen in the doorway with morbid fascination, and waved them over like what she was doing was completely normal.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what the hell are you doing?" Turk shouted at her without coming any closer.
Elliot's voice was unnaturally high when she replied. She was talking to high for anyone but bats to hear her, and nobody in the room was a bat.
I visualize a bat with Elliot's head making a high pitched squeaking sound and a bat with my head covering it's ears.
"Will you shut up, you flying mammal?" I said. Everyone looked at me like I was nuts, even Elliot. "I've got to go." I walked around everybody and took the long way to the locker room, smiling the whole way because today is going to be great. I know nothing will be able to bring me down.
Dr. Cox was coming out of the break room, and I made the mistake of waving at him. When he saw me, he made a weird grunting noise and handed me a giant pile of charts before I even had a chance to say anything. I struggled to hold the charts up without letting Dr. Cox know how heavy they were for me. He then turned and walked back into the room and turned on the TV.
So, I have a lot of patients. It just means I get to help more people!
"Son, I'm going to need you to help me out." Dr. Kelso smiled warmly.
I looked at him warily. "How?"
"Well, I'm sure you know about Ms. Anderson in room 327? Nice lady... Tell her family why she died. Here's her chart."
You know why I'm still smiling? It's because not even telling Ms. Anderson's family that she died is going to make me unhappy! Not even if she died of... morphine overdose? Who the hell was her doctor?
"Doctor, doctor, doctor," I mumbled, running my finger up the page until it stopped on a name. "Dr. Murphy?" I said to myself.
I'm going to have to find Doug later, someone needs to kill him.
And I'm still happy, in case you're wondering. Nobody can bring me down today.
I was almost to the locker room, when a mop shot out in front of me and tripped me, effectively spewing all my charts across the floor along with my own body. I groaned as my head knocked against the floor painfully.
"Wet floor," Janitor said. "Got to be careful on wet floors." He then proceeded to mop my face.
That's no fair. I meant emotionally! Nobody can bring me down today emotionally.
A little while later, I was holding an ice pack on my head and standing by the nurse's station and talking to Elliot, who's skin was an strange shade of powder white.
"So, you want to grab some lunch? I've got a break in five minutes. No, four minutes."
"Sure, Elliot! I'll meet you in the cafeteria in ten minutes, okay?" I replied. I started walking away.
"Wait, JD! I meant like somewhere outside the hospital." She pointed towards her outfit, jeans and a white lab coat. "You know why I'm not wearing scrubs? Probably because every patient I've had today has pooped, peed, vomited, or coughed blood on every last pair I have! I need to get out of this place."
"I know what you mean. Ms. Anderson's daughter spit in my eye."
"Okay... I guess you can meet me outside, then."
"Hey, if you see Carla, tell her where we're going. She should have gotten here by now... We're taking your car, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, cause I am not going on that motorbike of yours."
Besides everyone's unjust prejudice against scooters, today has been going great for everyone. Dr. Cox asked me my opinion on a patient, Turk preformed a successful open-heart surgery, and Elliot... well, she got to wear a lab coat! It's only lunch time, but I think this is enough evidence to prove that my good-day-theory was indeed correct.
"Oh.My.God," a voice said from beside the door. It's Elliot, but her voice is strangely deep. "JD! Call 911!"
"Why, we're already at a hospital. Is somebody hurt?" I asked. When all Elliot did was whimper, I decided to go see what was wrong. I went to stand beside her and peer out the window. What I saw made my heart seem to stop beating.
No.
God no.
It was supposed to be a good day...
There was a guy with a gun.
No.
And it was pointed directly at Carla.
No no no no!
Please no. This is not happening. No.
And he pulls back the trigger.
NO!
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