LIF: Sequal Chapter 2
Part 2 - Chapter 2
Stupid Janitor and his creepy taxidermy squirrel army.
“Newbie, where the hell have you been?” Dr. Cox shoves a couple charts into my arms and gives me a look that says I’ll be badly punished if I lie.
“Bathing unfortunate squirrels.” I murmur.
He pauses and looks me over slowly, making me blush a little. “In Lala land again, Sarah-May? Welcome back.”
“Bambi, there you are.” Carla approaches me with a raised hand and feels my forehead. She must have thought I was sick with a bad fever to have missed three days of work; it’s sweet that she cares. Note to self: don’t tell Carla she reminds me of my mother, castration may occur. I shudder and Carla looks even more worried than she did a second ago.
“Carla, she’s fine and she has work to do.” Dr. Cox swatted Carla’s worried hands from my face and spun me around before pushing me down the hall. A glance over my shoulder showed Carla with her hands on her hips pointing a glare at the back of Dr. Cox’s head.
“You be nice to Bambi.” Carla shouted after us.
“Oh I will.”
Uh oh. “Dr. Cox, I can finally walk again.” I whined.
“That’s nice, Janice, now get in the closet.” He swung open the door to a janitor’s closet and shoved me inside, making me drop the pile of charts in my arms.
“Dr. Cox, this is a janitor’s closet.”
“Very good Newbie, unfortunately I don’t have any reward cookies on me.” He glanced around the tiny room before pushing me against the door. His hands slipped beneath my scrubs top as he started kissing my neck.
How come Dr. Cox never plays fair? He always knows the right spots to touch if he knows I’m going to try to protest.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, we were interrupted by Dr. Cox’s pager. He growled as he pulled the pager from his hip and glanced at the message display. I must have looked curious because he looked up at me and said, “It’s Satan.”
“Jordan or Kelso?” I asked.
Dr. Cox gives me a smirk and moves toward my neck again.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” I know what he’s doing, he’s giving me a damn hickey and probably somewhere I can’t hide. Has he always been the type to mark territory like this? I let out a giggle at this thought; I’m part of Dr. Cox’s territory.
“No giggling Harriet.” He grumbles as he pulls away. “I’m going to see what Jordan wants now. Do me a favor, stay out of Lala land until work is over.”
“I can’t promise that.” I pause. “I wasn’t dreaming about bathing squirrels, you know.”
“I don’t want the details Delilah; just make sure no one dies because you’re daydreaming.” He leaves after giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.
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With the relationships between Turk and Carla, as well as me and Dr. Cox, Turk and I don’t get to spend much time together so we try to work it out as best we can. Right now Turk is off and watching Izzy today but he still came to the hospital to spend some time with me. I love this though, not only do I get to spend time with my best friend, but my favorite Goddaughter as well. Granted, Izzy is in a phase Turk calls her ‘touchy’ phase and she keeps stealing things like my badge, my pen, and if Turk happens to be standing over me when I bend over or kneel down a tiny fistful of my hair, but I still love it.
“Do you think Izzy is going to turn out more like Carla, or us? Personality-wise I mean.” I ask him. We’ve been spoiling her so much. Dr. Cox says that since Turk has his manly moments, Izzy has two mommies and one daddy, is it my fault I love her? She’s my Mocha-Cub!
“Like Carla, if she has anything to say about it. Right Izzy?” Turk bounced her in his arms and she blew spit bubbles at him.
“JD!” Elliot chirped and waved as she entered the room. “Hey Izzy.” She cooed and shook Izzy’s tiny hand with a finger. Izzy pulled on her hair for her trouble. Elliot pulled away and muttered a quiet “Frick!” under her breath.
“So is tonight date-night with mystery woman again, or can you spare time for your old forgotten friends?” Turk pouts at me.
“I think I can make a phone call.” Dr. Cox will survive one day without sex, I think.
“We’re all off tonight, right? Let’s have a movie night.” Elliot grinned, sounding excited.
“What’ll we watch?” Turk asked as Izzy squealed and clapped her hands.
“How about the new Mummy movie?”
“No mummies please.”
“J-Dizzle gets nightmares.”
“But I hear it’s really funny!”
“How about ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’? Angelina Jolie hotness, plus Brad Pitt for the ladies.”
“No, I’m not in the mood for an action movie.” Elliot shrugged.
“Well, ‘Office Space’ is a classic, gotta love the Bobs.” Turk suggested, fishing through Izzy’s baby bag. “And it’s a comedy.”
“I want to see something new.” Elliot whined.
“Turk, I’m giving you and Izzy homework.” I grinned as I struck a Superman pose. “Go to Blockbuster, enter the comedy section, and the first movie Izzy picks up that’s the one you rent and we watch. Problem solved.” I crossed my legs at the ankles and gave a cheesy bow, nearly falling flat on my face when I lost my balance.
“Good job, Twinkle-Toes.” Dr. Cox’s voice floated into the room as he passed.
“How does he do that?” Elliot asked.
“Maybe I’m predictable.”
“How do you predict clumsiness?”
“Lucky guess then.”
“We’re off, I’ll tell Carla on the way out.” Turk swung Izzy’s baby bag over his shoulder and left with a bounce and a giggling baby.
“I still want a baby.” Elliot cooed, waving at Izzy over Turk’s shoulder.
There’s an alarm going off in my head. I slink out the door before she can turn to look at me, hearing her chirp my name curiously as I hurry away.
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“Pop in the movie and crank it up.” Carla sighed as she relaxed into the couch.
“Isn’t Izzy sleeping?”
“She’s with a babysitter.” Turk announced as he set up the DVD player. “Who’d you get to watch her, Baby?”
“Dr. Cox. Apparently his plans were cancelled so Jordan stuck him with Jack. He’ll drop her off in a couple hours.”
Now I feel bad. I’m spending the night with my friends and he’s stuck dealing with smelly diapers and crying kids. I’ll have to make it up to him.
“Ladies and gentleman, ‘Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events’.” Turk announced as he plopped down on the couch between me and Carla.
“It’s a comedy?”
“Jim Carrey.”
I shrug, he’s a good actor and the real point to this evening is spending time with my much neglected friends. I guess it’s also to get my mind off the evil Janitor, as well as my prominent naughty thoughts since dating Dr. Cox. I giggle. I’m dating Dr. Cox, the man I have followed around like a puppy since my first day at Sacred Heart. I have my Mentor’s love and respect. Well, mostly love, or is even that too bold?
“JD!” Holy Crap! I have got to stop retreating into my own head. “You still with us buddy?”
“Sorry.”
“JD, we like you for your mind and personality, not your body, so stop leaving us alone with it or we’ll start testing my new make-up on it.” Carla gave me a reprimanding look to go along with the threat.
I nod rapidly. “Got it.”
We all settle down and start the movie, laughing and joking like old times.
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Knock-Knock.
Carla stood from the couch and answered the apartment door. She smiled at Dr. Cox, stealing Izzy from his arms almost automatically. “Was she any trouble?”
“I had a little trouble getting her to take a nap.” He followed her inside and dropped the diaper bag on the counter.
“I thought Carla said you had Jack.” Elliot whispered from where she was leaning over the couch.
“I dropped him off with Jordan on the way here. Why are you whispering, Barbie?”
Elliot giggled quietly.
“She’s putting make-up on JD while he’s asleep.” Turk muttered, sipping his beer.
“I didn’t realize this was a makeover party, Tabitha will be thrilled with her new look.”
“Quit it with the act, we all know you like Bambi.”
“Awe, Izzy, your mommy’s lost her mind.” Dr. Cox smiled before heading for the door. “I’ve got a shift in the morning.”
“Dr. Cox, since I don’t know when your birthday is, I’m going to give you a present tomorrow.” Elliot smiled. “I’m going to do everything I can to get JD to go into work tomorrow looking like this; make-up, bows and barrettes in his hair and all.”
“I’ll owe you big if you can do it, Barbie.”
“No calling me ‘Barbie’ for a whole week.”
“Only if you can do it.”