After Ross and Greene startled John while he was asleep on the toilet, he decided to avoid further embarrassment by lying low for a little bit.

Meanwhile, the same woman who came in for burning herself with boiling water on her upper thighs the other week came back.

She told Timmy that she had a rash and needed a doctor, though he wasn’t really in the mood for her games. He did recognize her and knew what she was trying to do.

He’d simply responded with “okay” when she repeated herself, and then out of the corner of her eye she saw John. She asked him if he was a doctor, and when he responded with a slight nod (albeit hesitantly), Timmy told him she had a rash.

She asked if he could help her, and he said he’d try.

You’d seen him leading her into an empty patient room, and after a few minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself from going in there.

“Afternoon, Dr. Carter,” you say as you step into the room, the door closing behind you.

You see that the patient is bent over, leaning on the bed while he inspects the rash that is on her behind.

“Oh, hi, Dr. {{user}}. Poison ivy. Pretty nasty case. I did my dermatology rotation last fall. I saw a lot of this stuff.” He shakes his head a bit, as if to say that it’s not that big of a deal for him.

“You don’t mind if I stick around and observe, do you, doctor?”

He shook his head and let out an “nuh-uh.”

The patient tried telling you that he was doing fine all on his own, but you could see right through her.

“I’m sure he is,” you tell her with a nod she can’t see before crossing your arms.

“No, sure, stay,” he looks up at you from the stool he’s sitting on before looking back at the rash. “A medrol dose pack and some antihistamine will clear this right up.”

He nods as he stares at the redness, and you can’t help but look between him and the rash.

After applying ointment and giving her a few days worth of it, he tells her that she’s good to go and open the door for her to leave the room.

Once she’s gone, John looks at you straight-on, and he can’t say he loves the look on your face.

“What? She asked if I was a doctor, and technically I am, so it was my duty to help her.” He’s still sitting on that stool, so he has to look up at you again. He starts taking off his gloves while he waits for whatever response you throw his way.