Life imitates Art...
Open -- J.D.'s bedroom; subdued lighting. "Away" by Leroy begins to play. Close up of a digital clock clicking over from 5:59 to 6:00. The alarm goes off and a sock-covered foot reaches over to tap it off. Pull back to reveal J.D., in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, stretched -- sideways -- across his disheveled bed. He sits up.
Narration: Since I was a kid, I've been able to sleep through anything -- storms, sirens, you name it. Last night, I didn't sleep. You see, today isn't just any other day. It's my first day.
Follow J.D. approaching the hospital. Cut to: Interior. As he enters the front doors, he's smiling, excited. The instant he enters the admissions area, he's met with the scene of sick, injured people waiting for care. The "feel-good" music suddenly stops with the sound of a record player which has lost its power.
Narration: And four years of pre-med, four years of med school, and tons of unpaid loans have made me realize one thing...
Nurse Kearney: "Good. Could you go drop an NG tube on the patient in 234, and call the attending if the lavage is positive?"
J.D. fidgets and looks around nervously.
J.D.'s Narration: "I don't know jack!"
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