Here's the next chapter! Am glad this is considered creative because it's been in my head for a while.
I was frozen. I had no idea what to do. I was standing in a huge hospital with a very scary man staring down at me. I gulped again.
"My name is Julie Roca sir and I am here to learn about medicine." I said meekly. I could see Jack snickering behind his dads back but I wouldn't let that bother me. Dr. Cox was still glaring at me, his vein throbbing on his neck. It's so present that I want to name it; I shall call him Ted.
Getting back on topic, Dr. Cox turned swiftly on his heel and marched down the hall, flicking his hand backwards and forwards. Cole stepped up beside me, Lucy still frozen in her place from what Dr. Cox said.
"That sign means he wants you to follow him." Cole said. I nodded and ran off, down the hall. I heard Jack's laughter ring full out as I caught up to him.
"Have fun Jules." he called, his voice annoyingly high.
I didn't pay attention, choosing instead to listen to Dr. Cox.
"You will be shadowing me, Dr. Turk, our chief of surgery, or Miss Benet, a competent paediatrics Doctor. By the end of the semester you will give a detailed report on which of the roads you found influenced you the most. In this report you will express advanced knowledge on the topic while giving me the reason why you want to be a doctor." I was scribbling furiously as he spoke, writing everything he said at top speed.
I stopped when he finished speaking. I looked up to see him looking at a chart a black doctor in green scrubs had handed him.
"Are you Dr. Turk?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Hold ya'll know?" he asked. I pointed at his name tag, a picture of him holding up two scalpels by his face. He laughed. "I guess that's a good explanation." he said, holding out his hand. "You can just call me Turk. Are you Julie?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah." he looked a little put out.
"Don't you want to know how I know it's you?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Well considering I'm the only 16 year old here who isn't sick or injured, I have a school bag and am following Dr. Cox around, I thought it was pretty self explanatory." Dr. Turk's eyebrows shot up. Dr. Cox was smirking as he looked over the chart.
"I was just goanna say I have your picture and routes here." he said, holding up another chart with my picture on it. I blushed.
"That could help too." I said sheepishly. Turk smiled.
"Alright well according to your schedule you will start on rounds with Dr. Cox before joining me and Jack down in surgery." I stopped taking notes as soon as I heard Jack's name.
"Jack's joining us?" I asked. Dr. Cox and Dr. Turk both nodded.
"Yes, he is on the same route as you. He will be doing the same 'Future Doctor' program you are due to a pre-arrangement concerning his summer vacation." Dr. Cox explained. "Is there a problem with that?" I wanted to say yes, but shook my head. "Good. Now come on. JACK!" he screamed down the hallway.
In less then a minute Jack was next to me. I glared at him and he glared back.
"Come on you two." he grunted as he turned away. As we followed him he stopped and turned around, fixing us with a deathly glare. Even Jack backed up a few steps. And I thought he would be used to it.
"Let me make one thing clear: there will be no romantic involvement allowed during this program. If I find any you will be removed from the course immediately." my eyebrows shot up. Romantic involvement? With Jack? Hell no!
"Don't worry sir. It will never happen." I said lowly, glancing at Jack with a smug smile.
"Defiantly." Jack agreed, giving me a glare. Dr. Cox smiled.
"Good. Now come with me and be ready to take notes."
An hour later, Jack and I were sitting in a small room. It had an old snack machine and a couch that looked a little to old for the modern style hospital.
"Why is there a really old snack machine in here?" I asked.
"It came from the old hospital and has sentimental value." Jack answered without looking up from his notes.
I was also going over my notes, highlighting the most important facts about medicine with blue and what not to do around Dr. Cox with red.
I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, which was littered with Jack's notes as he took up the whole couch. I heard the cushions rustle before I felt Jack's breath as he chuckled against my neck.
"What not to do around Dr. Cox? Are you that afraid of him?" he asked. I turned, realising how close he actually was when our noses brushed. He instantly backed up, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Yes. I'm smart enough to realise that he is a very scary man." I said reasonably. He rolled his eyes before going back to his notes. I hated his attitude. During rounds, while I had been scribbling everything Dr. Cox and the interns were saying, Jack had been doing everything in his power to distract me, goof off with the other patients then have the nerve to get every question Dr. Cox through at him right. Being the chief of medicines son is an unfair advantage.
"How can you write so fast?" Jack asked again. Why was he talking to me if he didn't like me?
"Why do you care?" I snapped, not halting my pen.
"Because I want to be able to finish on time today and you've got a good speed going." he said defensively. I rolled my eyes before turning to him, me pen still going.
"I write so fast because I write a sentence without looking at it so I don't have to keep stopping and starting while I look between my notes and my report paper." Jack's eyes were wide as he stared at my pen.
"Is it hard?" he asked. I smirked.
"It took a few weeks, yes." that was a lie, it only took a few days to learn, I just hoped he was the impatient type and just not bother. H nodded before going back to his paper. An hour later Dr. Cox walked in.
"Alright future murderers." he greeted. My jaw dropped. I felt Jack tap me on the shoulder.
"He greets all students like that." he whispered. I nodded slowly.
"Now that you've had an hour, let me see what you've written on medicine today." I handed him my papers. He glanced over them, nodding occasionally or grunting. I felt my palms sweat as this dragged on for ten minutes. Finally he handed it back.
"Good job, you have expressed good knowledge concerning that diabetes patient in bed six." he said gruffly before turning his attention on Jack.
Jack handed him the notes before leaning back on the couch, smirking victoriously. That smirk dropped as Dr. Cox's expression turned into a heavy glare. He turned Jack's notes to us and I nearly chocked with laughter when I saw that, after about three paragraphs of good handwriting, the words began to dip and raise messily. I looked back at Jack, who was looking down sheepishly.
"Explain. Now." Dr. Cox demanded in a steely voice. Jack gulped as he scratched the back of his head.
"I was practicing my free hand." he mumbled. I let a scoff out and Jack glared at me.
"And what made you decide to ruin your work, this looks like a four year old walked along and decided to correct your handwriting." Dr. Cox snapped.
"Julie told me it helped." he said. My laughter stopped as Dr. Cox turned on me.
"And just why did you tell him to do that?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice. I gulped.
"B-becau-" I started before he cut me off.
"I don't want any excuses! If you distract my son anymore you will be removed from the program!" he snapped before turning and walking away, making his follow me gesture.
I took up a place a few feat behind him, dragging my feet as trudged, feeling very useless at that moment. I heard Jack laughing triumphantly as he took a place beside me.
"Well that was fun." he chuckled.
"How could you do that to me?" I said, looking at him with fury in my eyes.
"Easy, no one beats Jack Cox." he smirked before walking ahead. That defiantly does it. He's going down!
We soon reached surgery, where Dr. Turk was standing over something covered in a sheet.
"They're all yours you soulless knife jockey." Dr. Cox said before walking off. Turk smiled at us.
"Welcome to surgery!" he announced. "And your first cadaver!" he yelled, unveiling a dead, middle aged man with grey hair and a bit of a belly. I felt my stomach drop at the sight of death. Jack was standing strong, even if he was looking a little pale.
"You will start today by watching me remove this mans appendix before you dissect it." he said, grabbing a scalpel. I felt a little woozy but gathered by the side of the cadaver with Jack.
"Feeling a little sick?" he smirked. I was, but I wasn't about to admit it.
"No." I said determinedly. He shrugged.
"Whatever, just don't expect me to catch you when you faint." that gave me a good idea. As Dr. Turk began the incision, I began to sway. I felt Jack shift next to me and I knew he noticed. When the incision was made and the wound was clamped open, I made my move. With theatrical genius, I placed my hand against my head and stumbled back into Jack slightly.
"Hey, are you ok?" he asked, taking my wrist slightly. I noticed Dr. Turk stopping to look at me. I gave him a sly wink and he nodded.
"Yeah I'm fine…" I said, breathing out the last word as I let my legs go limp. Just as I expected, Jack caught me, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders so he could support my head with his hand.
"Jules! Julie are you alright!" he asked, shaking me slightly while tucking any stray hairs away from my face. I decided to let him suffer for a few more moments before executing the final stage of my plan.
"BOOO!" I screamed in his face, grabbing his shoulders and jumping out of his arms (his strong, strong arms). Jack screamed, leaping backwards and gripping onto one of the tables, gripping it to keep himself from collapsing. I on the other hand was laughing so hard I might really faint this time, Dr. Turk having a similar reaction. Finally we calmed down enough.
Jack's face was pale but I could see the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck, making him look like a vanilla and strawberry ice-cream cone.
"Aww what's wrong Jack? Feeling sick?" I mocked. Jack glared at me but didn't let go of the table. I smirked as I walked over to him, putting my lips by his ear. "Don't mess with me." I whispered breathily, noting the shiver that went through his body before turning back to Dr. Turk, who was continuing on with the operation.
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and stiffened as Jack lowered his mouth to my ear.
"This isn't over." he whispered darkly and I shivered.
This jut got WAY more interesting.
Read and Review and give me some good idea's for their prank war before I carry on with the story.