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Surgery today was the longest and most difficult thing I had ever been through. There was literally a queue of gurneys waiting for a surgeon, and it took us a long time to tend to them all. But finally my last surgery was done and I strode out of the operation theatre, a huge grin on my face. It was over and I had totally kicked ass! As I walked past the Todd I raised my hand to allow him one of his precious high fives and out hands met in a mighty clash. "Now that is what I'm talking about!" I call over my shoulder as I strut off to find my woman.
I was heading toward the nurses' station, the place where I usually meet my Carla, but today I almost bumped in to her as she hurried out of a supply closest, arms full of medical supplies and a worried expression etched on to her face. "Whassup, baby?" I said, obviously breaking her thoughts because when she looked up, her eyes were a confused for a second. "Hey, something wrong with a patient?" I asked, nodding my head toward her arms. I really hoped that wasn't the case. I didn't want to wait for her after such a long day.
"There is always something wrong with the patients, Turk, that is why they are here," Carla snapped. Wow, she was in a bad mood today. But I let it slide, after all, this day must have been tougher on her as I often have to listen to her moan about how hard it is to be a nurse. After a second of silent, and very quick, walking, she looked up at me, "Sorry, Turk. Bad day. And no, these aren't for a patient. They're for JD."
Without even realizing it, I stopped in my tracks, staring at Carla with my mouth open. I didn't actually realize I stopped until I saw Carla stop a few paces in front of me then turn around to gently take my hand, balancing everything in one arm. "He's okay," Carla soothed, though I could see the plain worry simmering beneath her cool surface, "He just tripped down a couple of stairs."
"He fell down the stairs?" I almost screeched. I know I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it. Since college I've been protective over JD. He is my best friend and I wouldn't know what I would do without him. Not that I would admit it to anyone, especially not the man himself. Without waiting for Carla to say something, I rushed toward the nurses' station where I presumed he would be. Skidding to a halt, I snapped my head around furiously until I found him snoozing slouched down in a chair behind the desk.
For a moment I forgot all my panic. He looked so peaceful and calm that I couldn't imagine that he was actually hurt. But then I saw his bloodstained sleeve and my brow furrowed in worry. I wasn't sure whether to wake him or not, he had looked so strained recently, but I knew we would have to tend to his wound and get him home so I leaned forward to wake him, but it turned out I didn't need to after all.
Suddenly, from behind me, I heard someone screeching, "Holy frick!" I think everyone in the area jumped about a foot in the air, including JD who screamed something about unicorns as he woke. Elliot was then by his side in a flash, her hands fluttering over him like she wanted to do something but couldn't think what. "Sorry I woke you, JD, but you're bleeding! Did you know? Well of course you knew, how couldn't you? Actually, I remember when I was a child I was in the sea and it was freezing. I cut my leg on a rock but didn't realize because it was nu-"
"Elliot!" Carla interrupted, finally catching up to my long strides. By the way my baby was standing, tall and proud with a stern face, I could tell she was professional mode and I think everyone else did too because the room was suddenly shushed. She quickly hurried to JD's side where she knelt down next to the chair and carefully took his arm, tutting.
"What are we going to do with you, Bambi?" Carla said quietly and softly with a smile as she quickly dressed his wound. I watched the whole scene with admiration. I was so lucky to have a best friend and a wife who were so close. So I admit, I didn't want them too close, but it was a lot better than most people's relationships and I couldn't help but smile softly. "There," Carla said, snapping me out of my thoughts, "All done." My beautiful wife stood up and I stood by her, slinging an arm over her shoulders proudly.
"Can I have a lollipop, nurse Espinosa? Pleeeeeeeeease?" JD said sweetly with his huge goofy grin plastered across his face. I chuckled and rolled my eyes as my wife gave in and reached behind her to pull of the nurses' hidden stash of lollipops. My eyes connected with JD and with out special silent communication I knew he was asking me to watch where she hid them. I nodded with a grin, already keeping a close eye on the jar Carla now held... Third drawer underneath the stack of clipboards! Of course!
My attention was forced back to JD again when he attempted to get up a little too quickly and stumbled. I quickly reached out to grab his arms. "Dude," I said, eyeing him up and down, "Are you alright? You didn't hit your head when you fell down the stairs, did you?" JD opened his mouth to answer, but then Elliot piped up again.
"Frick! JD! You fell down the stairs!" Elliot screamed, stomping forward to join us behind the nurses' desk, blowing her hair out of her face as she reached out to grab JD's other arm, her eyes raking over him. "What were you thinking? You could have been seriously hurt! And you've ruined that top!"
"Elliot, relax!" JD spoke up, shrugging off our concerned hands off his arms so he could hold them up in front of him, "I didn't fall down the stairs on purpose and I wasn't seriously hurt. I didn't hit my head either," JD said with a glance at me, "And I've got dozens of tops in the house just like this one." Yeah, whatever, I found myself thinking. I knew, knowing JD, he was cut him inside from ruining his favourite grey top. "Now, can we just go home? I want to go to bed." He gave me and Carla his puppy dog eyes and I nodded along with my wife, both of us being suckers.
JD started to walk away, toward me and Carla who were closest to the exit, but Elliot suddenly grabbed his arm again to stop him. "Just be careful," Elliot said so softly as their eyes connected that I was forced to look away, but not before I saw her quickly kiss him on the cheek and rush away, leaving JD speechless. I shrugged to myself as JD caught up to us. It was probably just that time of the year when JD and Elliot slept together.
"Come on then, Vanilla bear, lets get you snuggled up in bed," I said, throwing one arm around his shoulders while pulling my wife close with the other. Yes, I was a lucky guy, I thought again as I held the two most important people in my life.
"Turk?" I heard my name being called from the living room and I quickly spat my toothpaste out of my mouth before joining Carla. We had arrived home no longer than ten minutes ago and JD was already fast asleep in bed. I guess today had its toll on all of us. When I walked in to the living room, Carla was standing at his door, just pulling it shut as though she had been checking up on him. She turned to me with a concerned expression and I knew I wasn't going to like this, "I'm worried about JD," Carla began, sitting down on the sofa and inviting me to join her. Slowly I sat down next to her. "He has been sick a couple of days now and he is always tired. I don't think JD simply tripped down the stairs."
Before she had even finished I was quickly shaking my head. Nothing was wrong with JD. JD never got sick. Apart from his appendix, I had never seen JD get checked in to a hospital. It would be unnatural for JD to get sick. It would just be wrong. Carla was wrong. "Don't worry about him, baby. It just looks like the flu. And today was hard on all of us. That on top of the flu probably just made him a little careless. But you know him, he has always been accident prone."
I could see that Carla was still worried. She kept glancing over to the door of JD's bedroom and I could see her checking up on him every five minutes, disturbing his well needed sleep. "Baby," I whispered huskily in to her ear when she turned her head, "Listen, we can always see how JD is in the morning, but right now, why don't we go to bed?"
Carla turned to slowly look at me and raised an eyebrow as a sly smile spread across her face. "Fine," Carla said. I leaned over to kiss her, but just before my lips reached hers, she stood up, glancing at JD's room again. "Let me just check on him one more time."
Sighing, I slouched back in to the sofa and crossed my arms with a pout as I watched my wife sneak in to another man's bedroom. Eurgh. Maybe my distraction plan hadn't worked out after all. Tonight was going to be a long night.