Novel & Cerita Quotes Scrubs

Megan sank into the bathtub, allowing her body welcome the warm and soothing water. She had missed this; the peace of mind that comes with the loneliness of her apartment, the freedom to do as she pleased without being restricted, the lavender smell of her bathroom and quacky, the small rubber duck sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She reached out and rubbed the slippery head before squeezing the belly, it made a short quack noise and Megan half laughed. She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest.

I quickly undressed and sank into it. One of the slaves gasped. “It’s hot!” she protested. “You’ll burn yourself!” “I know. That’s the point.” I waved them away. They hesitated for a moment, looking at each other in confusion, before slipping out. Then, I picked up the rough loofah sitting on the side table and began to scrub. I scrubbed until it hurt. Until my skin turned pink and raw and bleeding in some spots. I scrubbed my arms, my face, my waist, my scalp. Everywhere he had touched.

she says to the dog and hangs the towel up in the sun to dry. “Did you come straight from work?” I’m wearing blue scrubs that have Archer Jones, M.D. embroidered above the right pocket. “Kind of. I went in to check on a patient before I left.” I technically didn’t need to wear the scrubs just to go in—and I’m glad I did. My patient’s vitals weren’t where I want them to be, so I had him moved to the ICU for closer monitoring. But scrubs are comfortable and wearing my ‘doctor clothes’ is a bit of an inside joke with Quinn.

He was her exact opposite in every way. I showered. My shoulder ached. The wounds on my knees, elbows, and chin stung as I let the hot water pour down on them. I dug the gravel out my hand with some tweezers while I let the hot water run over my back. I cleaned them the wounds as gently as I could. When I stepped out, I dabbed some rubbing alcohol over each scrape to try and disinfect it. I should have used hydrogen peroxide, but I really didn't have the time to sit and wait for it to do it's magic.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Let’s see if y’all are doing good in my company. I returned to scanning the papers on top of my desk when my phone beeped and Molly’s message popped up. … From: Molly To Tatiana: Hi, girl! Are you busy? Can we talk? I'm going to call on Skype *sad emoticon* ... Sighing, I replied. ... Tatiana to Molly: Sorry, I can't. I'm at work right now. ... Molly’s one of my sister's old friends. I don't know why she kept on bothering me when in fact I had already told her that I didn't like her nor wanted to be friends with her but she was consistent… and I let her in.

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

I clicked my tongue, listening to her silent sobs through the thin walls of the house. If she just worked harder, we wouldn't even be here. My phone buzzed, gaining my attention immediately. “Quinn’s Med Care Releases Celibrex, The Final Cure For Chronic Eczema.” The Quinn Foundation again? I couldn't help but scoff. They obviously had no use for their money. How much more stupid could they be?

Scarlett held it with her hand and studied it, saying, “This looks like… those facial cleanser scrubs.” The ladies laughed, but Samantha hushed them quickly. She explained to Scarlett, “It’s an air pulse satisfyer. I had this custom made from the company.” Samantha pointed to the side, and described, “It has Kaleb’s name on it.” “AIR. PULSE. SATISFYER?” Scarlett repeated, her brows met altogether. Her eyes narrowed at the tip, trying to understand its purpose. "What does it do?" Moving closer to her, Kenzie cut to the chase, saying. “It’s a vibrator.”

Scott continued, "You made Shirley suffer so much, and now I'm going to make sure you experience every bit of it yourself. "Since you love throwing yourself down the stairs, you can do it a few more times. Since you love stabbing yourself, you can keep it up." As Nicole clutched her throat, her eyes widened with every word he spoke. She wanted to beg for mercy, but seeing the icy, dead look in his and Devin's eyes, she finally dropped the act altogether.