My Little Dream Book is Put to the Test

J.D. and Elliot of Scrubs sit, fully clothed in doctors' garb, on my toilet. They are talking.

J.D. then fiddles with his nether regions for a bit before relinquishing a bloody tampon. He holds it up by its tail to examine it. Two drops of brownish blood fall onto the linoleum tiles.

Elliot wrinkles her nose. "Gross," she says.

J.D. laughs. "Yeah," he says, and puts it in the toilet.

After they have left, a hand wipes away the blood on the floor with toilet paper.