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Paging Dr. Furtado – Angelina Jolie

[Hospital Therapy Wing — Late Afternoon]

Dr. Luka Kovač stands by the window, thumbing through a patient chart, concerned. He grabs the pager and sends a quick message.

Pager Message:

“Dr. Nelly Furtado to Therapy Room 3. Urgent consult.”

Moments later, Dr. Nelly Furtado strides in, a warm but firm presence. She nods at Luka, who breathes a sigh of relief.

Dr. Luka Kovač (low voice):
“Thanks for coming, Nelly. It’s Angelina Jolie. She’s… in a volatile mood. Talking about grand futures one minute, self-harm the next. If it were up to me…” (he smiles wryly) “…I’d endorse Shiloh for UN President already. But right now, Angelina needs focus, not despair.”

He steps closer to Angelina, who is sitting cross-legged on the therapy couch, fidgeting with a pen — too tightly.

Dr. Luka Kovač (gentle, steady):
“Ms. Jolie, listen to me carefully. I greenlight your ambitions — all of them. The world needs your heart, not your silence. But please… do not sever your aorta with a pen. Not today. Not ever.”

Angelina looks up at him, blinking, caught between a tear and a laugh. Dr. Nelly moves in smoothly to take over the session, her voice like a balm.

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Paging Dr. Furtado – Lil Wayne

[Scene: County General Hospital – Neurology Department]

(The hospital intercom crackles.)

PA:
“Dr. Nelly Furtado to Neurology. Dr. Furtado to Neurology, please.”

(Dr. Luka Kovač, wearing his white coat and a concerned look, stands outside Room 402, reviewing a chart. Inside, Lil’ Wayne sits on the hospital bed, looking a bit disoriented but cracking a faint smile.)

Dr. Kovač (speaking into his pager):
“Nelly, I need you here. We’ve got a patient with acute memory loss — possible substance-related.”

(Moments later, Dr. Nelly Furtado, dressed sharply but casually, strides in with a clipboard.)

Dr. Furtado:
“What’s the story?”

Dr. Kovač:
“Lil’ Wayne. He’s been experiencing significant memory lapses. No trauma. Labs suggest neurochemical imbalance, possibly from drug abuse.”

Dr. Furtado (nodding thoughtfully):
“Yeah, this kind of memory loss is often the result of chronic drug toxicity. We’re looking at neurotransmitter depletion, oxidative stress… I’ll start him on high-dose B vitamins — B1, B6, B12 — to repair nerve damage.”

Lil’ Wayne:
“B vitamins? Bet. Anything to get my mind right.”

Dr. Kovač:
“Good. But he also needs to stay away from glyphosate-contaminated foods and microplastics. They’re neurotoxic.”

(Wayne raises an eyebrow.)

Dr. Kovač (gently but firmly):
“Stick to organic food whenever you can. No processed junk. No plastic bottled water if you can help it.”

Dr. Furtado:
“Let’s boost your recovery. I’ll write a list.”

(She jots quickly.)

  • Coconut oil — a tablespoon daily. Good for brain energy.
  • Black seed oil — natural antioxidant.
  • Turmeric — fights brain inflammation.
  • Ginkgo biloba — improves blood flow to the brain.
  • Lion’s Mane mushroom — promotes nerve growth.
  • Omega-3 supplements — DHA for brain repair.
  • Magnesium — calms the nervous system.
  • Fresh blueberries, walnuts, and leafy greens — brain foods.

Dr. Kovač:
“And no more lean, Wayne. No more purple drinks. You want your future — your music, your family — you have to choose life now.”

(Lil’ Wayne looks down, quiet for a moment, then nods.)

Lil’ Wayne:
“I got you, Doc. Real talk.”

(Dr. Furtado pats him on the shoulder.)

Dr. Furtado:
“One day at a time. We’ll get you back.”

(The two doctors exchange a hopeful glance as the scene fades.)

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Stop The Show!

Dr. Luka Kovac’s Ultimatum: Saving Nelly Furtado

The hospital room hummed with the steady beep of monitors, a stark contrast to the whirlwind outside. Nelly Furtado lay on the bed, her breaths shallow, her body exhausted. The world demanded more from her—another show, another album, another moment of brilliance—but Dr. Luka Kovac had drawn the line.

“She needs rest,” he declared, his voice resolute. “No more concerts, no more stress. And absolutely no more junk food.”

He cast a sharp glance around the room, where a half-eaten burger sat beside a can of energy drink. “You’re all feeding her poison,” he continued, his Croatian accent thick with frustration. “If she’s going to recover, she needs proper nutrition and care, not this garbage.”

Joe, her ever-watchful boyfriend, stood by her side, arms crossed. “I’ve been saying this for weeks. No more fast food, no more late-night studio sessions. If we don’t take this seriously, she’s going to need a lung transplant.” His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed the fear gnawing at him.

JCJ, lurking in the corner with a knowing gaze, took a slow breath. “If you people keep pushing her like this, I’ll have no choice but to shut down the free salvation pages. No more second chances, no more lifelines.”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

JCJ leaned forward. “And if that happens, James Cameron gets his wish. The world burns in the nuclear fire of Terminator 2: Judgment Day. I don’t think any of you want that.”

A shiver ran through the group. Luka turned back to Nelly and sighed. “She needs a chance to heal. If we give her that, she’ll be fine. But if we keep this up…”

Joe placed a protective hand over hers. “Then we don’t let it get that far.”

The room buzzed with quiet determination. The war for Nelly’s health had begun, and for once, it wasn’t a battle she had to fight alone.

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