After the events on the roof, I go back to my shift, with a very empty stomach. "Are you sure you're not made of chocolate?" I ask Turk as I walk into the break room.
I look up from my medical journal - honest, that's not a sports guide tucked on in there - and give JD a stern look.
"I told you like a thousand times already, JD. Just 'cause..." I pause, crossing my arms 'cause I daaamn sure know that look. "You're picturing eating my hand again, right?"
Unseen from the next couch over, a half asleep Elliot sat up and screeched, "I WAS SLEEPING! I WAS SLEEPING AND YOU WOKE ME UP!! I WILL KILL YOU, CHRISTOPHER TURK, AND ADOPT IZZY!!!" She bolted out of the room, to find somewhere else to sleep.
I glance at the doorway, after the flaily-running form of one hell of a messed up lady doctor, and end up shaking my head. "Maaan, that's so not even in the top five weird things that've happened today."
Shaking off the wall-to-wall weird that is Elliot, I turn to JD. "Lunch? Naaah, you wanna head down there? I got surgery in like an hour."
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"I told you like a thousand times already, JD. Just 'cause..." I pause, crossing my arms 'cause I daaamn sure know that look. "You're picturing eating my hand again, right?"
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"Sorry," I hang my head and walk to him, dropping myself to the chair right next to his. "I'm hungry, did you have lunch?"
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Shaking off the wall-to-wall weird that is Elliot, I turn to JD. "Lunch? Naaah, you wanna head down there? I got surgery in like an hour."
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