Crazy Stories With The Crew

The Good Doctor - The Hangover: Part 1

"Shaun...Shaaaauuunn...hello?" Shaun vaguely heard. He started to feel an aching pain in his head. He turned himself away and sleepily slapped his hand onto his forehead.

"Shaun...It's Dr. Glassman." Shaun heard from over him. Dr. Glassman's voice sounded a lot louder than usual. Shaun decided to try opening his eyes, only to blind himself and close them again.

"D-Doct-rrr-." Shaun tried saying, only to feel a single finger over his mouth.

"No need to talk just yet. I just need you to open your eyes. Can you do that for me?" Dr. Glassman compromised.

"What's going on? This bed is familiar. Why am I in Dr. Glassman's bed? Where's Claire? Dr. Glassman, why is your voice so loud?" Shaun thought. He had so many different questions going through his head at the same time. He tried to follow his mentor's instruction, but the light was too bright! Finally, after a couple more attempts, he managed to open his eyes.

"Good job Shaun." Dr. Glassman praised. Shaun looked up at his mentor's face. Right away, he noticed his baggy eyes and his pajama shirt that said 'Touchdowns & Tacos' in the usual Football font style. He didn't know when he got the shirt, but he liked it nonetheless.

"Can you try sitting up a bit?" Dr. Glassman asked calmly. Shaun slowly nodded and started to push himself up. His usual strength decided to fail him right then. That resulted in him flopping back down into his previous position.

"Here buddy. I'll help you." Dr. Glassman said as he grabbed his back and started pulling him up. Shaun used as much strength as he could muster (which was not very much), to help Dr. Glassman with some of his dead weight. Eventually, Shaun was sitting up on the bed, with his back against his pillow.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Glassman asked. Shaun smacked his lips, sensing the vague taste of various alcohols and a slight bit of caffeine in his breath.

"Disgusting." Shaun said slowly. Dr. Glassman nodded in sympathy.

"I get that. That usually happens." Dr. Glassman said. He sat down at Shaun's feet.

"I'm at your house, I think..." Shaun stated, looking around at the familiar room.

Dr. Glassman nodded. "Claire called me, saying that you passed out while celebrating with Dr. Melendez and the other residents. She thinks you drank too much." Dr. Glassman explained. Shaun smelled the familiar scent of old man and vanilla febreze.

"By the way, what were you drinking?" Dr. Glassman asked, curiously.

"I'm hungry." Shaun replied.

"I'll get you something once you answer my question. What did you drink last night?" Dr. Glassman asked, slightly raising his voice. Shaun covered his ears for a second, to minimize the louder noise. He uncovered his ears and rubbed his head, trying to remember. The first part was easy, because he was able to taste coffee in his breath. But the second part was hard, because of the overwhelming taste of different drinks mixed together. However, he came across one familiar taste, which helped him guesstimate what he had last night.

"Tequila and coffee." Shaun replied. Dr. Glassman raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously? You don't even drink tequila." Dr. Glassman reacted. Shaun started to remember more, as he woke up.

"I did with Lea on our road trip. That was the first time. Last night I ordered coffee, and I remember feeling drunk after I drank half the mug." Shaun replied. Dr. Glassman sighed and got up.

"Alright. Were you really up for eating something? Or were you using that as an excuse to not answer me?" Dr. Glassman asked.

"I'm hungry." Shaun replied. Dr. Glassman nodded and made some toast with jam. Shaun ate it slowly as he secretly wished he could have chocolate chip pancakes.