Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Things That Have Actually Happened To Me, and Which Would Fit On "Scrubs," Part One

INT. SMALL HOSPITAL ROOM - EVENING

(FEBRIFUGE enters. He's decked out in maroon scrubs, and carries a clipboard. The PATIENT is a middle-aged man, propped up in a mass of blankets, waiting calmly.)

FEB

Hi. How are you feeling now?

MAN

Ehh, you know. Not good. Not terrible. Kind of bored.

FEB

Well, you'll be a lot more comfortable upstairs in the main part of the hospital. (he lowers his voice, and sing-songs a little) Cable Tee-Veeee... (and he's back to being all-business) So, one of the things we do, when someone is being admitted to the hospital, is make a list -

(he indicates the form on the clipboard)

- of all the personal property, the clothing and whatnot, that a person has with them when they come in. That way, when it's time to check out, we know and you know that nothing got left behind. Okay?

MAN

Yeah, okay.

FEB

So I just start by looking around the room, and seeing what you have with you; here's a pair of jeans (he writes), here's a shirt (he writes), I see you're wearing eyeglasses, so those go on this blank here, I see you've got a ring on your right hand there. Cool ring, by the way.

MAN

Thanks.

FEB

Any on your left hand?

(The man smiles and holds up his left arm. It's been amputated just above the elbow. Probably a long long time ago.)

Okay, so I'm gonna say no to that one...


2 comments:

Omega said...

That is awesome. I'm confident you recovered with dignity, aplomb, and a touch of self-deprecating humor. Or, you know, you tripped and fell on your way out the door.

Hannah H said...

Hehehhehee... I can totally see that. :D