My Night at the Bar [02]

[1PM]
I pushed the curtain back to look at my patient. He was a middle aged man, and he was short and slightly chubby and his hair line was receding. "Mr. Carson, you said that you've been having bad chest pains?"
"Yes."
"And the surgeon you spoke with said it was just Acid Reflux Disease?"
"That's right."
"I see. Well, just to make sure, I'm going to have you wheeled down to the ultra sound room." I flipped through the charts and wrote down something.
"Why?" he asked.
"From past experience, I was diagnosed with A.R.D. but it turned out that I had fifty something gall stones. So as a precaution, I'm going to do an ultra sound test on you to make sure my theory is correct."
"If it is gall stones?"
"Then I will have a surgical consultant come and speak with you about the surgery."
Silence fell upon us. I knew I was right. Back in the eighth grade I had my gall bladder removed, the first surgeon I went to see said that it wasn't my gall bladder and told me that if it was my gall bladder, the pain I would feel would be in my arm. But the pain I felt was in my chest, right below my breast bone.
The side effects that take place after one of these episodes is nausea. And let me tell you; do not eat rice if you haven't had anything to eat while feeling queasy because it does not feel nice.
I left the room and went to the nurse's station where I found Carla filing some papers. As I made my way towards her, I slipped on an area that had just been mopped and fell backwards before grabbing onto someone's arm. The hand attached to the arm wrapped its fingers around my wrist, stopping me from fully hitting the floor.
"Can I help you?"
I looked up. Who the hell...? Oh, him.
Using what I could work with, I pulled myself up with the persons help and set my chart down on the counter top. "May I help you?" he asked once more in a demanding tone, looking in my direction as I signed something on the chart I had just set down.
"You just did, thanks Dr. Cox." Handing the chart to Carla, I watched as a mental patient ran down the hall, screaming something about aliens returning to get him. I chuckled lightly to myself, remembering that I had a cousin similar to him; only, my cousin was all the way in Okinawa Japan and ran around in nothing but his birthday suit.
He snorted. "Carla, could you have Turk consult Mr. Carson about his gall bladder after the ultra sound?" I asked.
"Sure Billie. Oh, and J.D. wanted me to ask you if you'd like to go out on a date with him."
I raised an eyebrow at her. My first day here, and I'm already being hit on... I quickly glanced at Dr. Cox, who was busily checking a few charts that sat in front of him. "Tell him I'll think about it."
Carla walked away from the counter to go deliver the message I had requested of her and probably to go find J.D. to tell him my answer. As soon as her red scrubs were out of my sight, someone behind me cleared his throat. All I could do was roll my eyes. Turning, I faced Dr. Cox.
"Yes? Is there something you want?"
"Newbie has a habit of only dating a girl for a week and then she breaks up with him because he's afraid of commitment."
"What is with you and making peoples lives a living hell? Why don't you take a mile walk in his shoes and see what his life is like before you make an assumption."


[Around Midnight]
Dr. Cox was on his third beer by the time I had finished my fourth. "You're trying to get me drunk so you can make a fool out of me, aren't you?" I asked, suspicious of his actions. From the way he treated J.D. and Turk, I'd say he has nothing better to do.
"Me? Up to something? No."
I gave him a look that said he was full of crap. "You're so full of crap your eyes are brown."
"Yeah, and you're a court low."
Narrowing my eyes at him I grabbed the unfinished beer in his hand and chugged it down before he could ask me what I was doing. Roughly I placed the now empty bottle on the bar. God I was going to suffer bad from a large hangover in the morning. "This is weak beer."
"Try some scotch, it should be stronger."
I shook my head. "Now, if you really want to get drunk, you should drink Taruzake."
"And what the hell is that?"
"Aged rice wine. It's got a nice honey flavor to it." Yes, I drank rice wine, but that was only back in Japan and I only drank it during celebrations. Buy now I was slightly buzzed.
"Earlier you said something about Japan. Care to explain?" he asked, taking a sip of the beer that had just been placed in front of him by the waitress.
"My father is Japanese but my mother is of Irish decent. But my parents split and I went to live with my dad for a few years in Japan, and it went to hell. Then after my twenty-second birthday I moved to the U.S. to attend a Medical University."
"I see."
To change the subject away from me, I brought something up that was about him. "Why do you pick on J.D. and Turk?" I asked, my gaze now meeting his.
"Who?"
"Newbie and Gandhi. Why do you pick on them?"
"Because its fun."
"Bad karma will come back to bite you in the ass, you know that right?"
"I don't believe in karma."
"Your funeral."

[An Hour Later]

-Dr. Cox's P.O.V.-

She was asleep, her left arm resting on the flat surface and her head using said arm as a pillow. I should just leave her here.
But something told me otherwise. Grabbing her dangling arm and draped that arm around my neck and pulled her up out of the now tipped over seat. With my free hand I pulled out two twenties and slapped them on the table and dragged her out to the parking lot where I placed her into the front seat of my Porsche and buckled her in.
I gently closed the passenger side door and walk over to the drivers side and get in. Damn it, I don't know where she lives.
The annoying voice in the back of my head told me this: You could let her stay at your place, Jordan's out of town visiting her mother and she took Jack with her.
I have no choice but to do so. I hated it when it was right.
Starting up the engine, I drove out of the parking lot and headed for my apartment complex.

[About Three Hours Later]
-Billie's P.O.V.-
I woke up with a splitting headache. I felt nauseas and too top it all off my eye sight was fuzzy. But as soon as my vision cleared, I noticed two things. One being I wasn't at my house and two was that I was laying one someones couch with a pillow under my head.
Groaning, I rolled over onto my side and sat up and soon regretted doing so. "Damn it," I muttered to no one in particular.
Something next to me caught my attention. What I had thought was a pillow turned out to be someones legs and I followed those legs upwards to their owner. If it were possible, I think my eyes became so wide that my eyeballs popped out of their sockets. Dr. Cox? What the hell?
Dear god someone tell me this is just a bad dream and that I was still back at the bar, resting my head in my own drool. Cautiously, I poked him in the stomach to see if he was real, and to my dismay, he was.
He stirred in his sleep, his feet shuffled against the floor. One question popped into my head. How the hell did I get here?! My mind was reeling with so many questions that I didn't notice the man next to me wake up.
"Top o' the mornin' to ya lass."
I jumped and then glared at him.
"Where am I?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, sitting on the couch next to him, my feet tucked underneath me.
"You're at my place. And if you tell anyone that I was nice to you. I will make your life as miserable as possible."
"Dully noted."
"Good."
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For the love of god.... PLEASE TAKE THE POLL!