Scrubs In The Style Of Blue Velvet

INT. SACRED HEART HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY J.D., wearing his white coat, walks down the dimly lit hallway. The fluorescent lights flicker, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The hospital seems trapped in a dream-like state. J.D.'s steps echo through the corridor as he passes by ominous-looking portraits of doctors. He approaches the nurse's station, where Carla and Elliot stand, their expressions filled with an unsettling mix of cheerfulness and unease. J.D.: (whispering) It's strange, isn't it? The way things can seem so normal, yet there's something... lurking beneath the surface. CARLA: (nervously) You're just being paranoid, J.D. This hospital has its quirks, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. ELLIOT: (looking around) I don't know, J.D. Sometimes I feel like there's this... darkness hovering over us. J.D. nods, his eyes darting around, searching for answers. J.D.: You know, sometimes I hear whispers in the walls. Whispers that tell me things...