Author: Dr. Luka Kovac

Our job is to save lives not to judge them.
Posted on

Paging Dr. Furtado – Angelina Jolie

[Hospital Therapy Wing โ€” Late Afternoon]

Dr. Luka Kovaฤ 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 Kovaฤ (low voice):
“Thanks for coming, Nelly. It’s Angelina Jolie. Sheโ€™s… in a volatile mood. Talking about grand futures one minute, self-harm the next. If it were up to me…” (he smiles wryly) “…Iโ€™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 โ€” too tightly.

Dr. Luka Kovaฤ (gentle, steady):
“Ms. Jolie, listen to me carefully. I greenlight your ambitions โ€” 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.

Posted on

Paging Dr. Furtado – Lil Wayne

[Scene: County General Hospital โ€“ Neurology Department]

(The hospital intercom crackles.)

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

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

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

Dr. Furtado:
“What’s the story?”

Dr. Kovaฤ:
“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 โ€” B1, B6, B12 โ€” to repair nerve damage.”

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

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

(Wayne raises an eyebrow.)

Dr. Kovaฤ (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 โ€” a tablespoon daily. Good for brain energy.
  • Black seed oil โ€” natural antioxidant.
  • Turmeric โ€” fights brain inflammation.
  • Ginkgo biloba โ€” improves blood flow to the brain.
  • Lionโ€™s Mane mushroom โ€” promotes nerve growth.
  • Omega-3 supplements โ€” DHA for brain repair.
  • Magnesium โ€” calms the nervous system.
  • Fresh blueberries, walnuts, and leafy greens โ€” brain foods.

Dr. Kovaฤ:
“And no more lean, Wayne. No more purple drinks. You want your future โ€” your music, your family โ€” 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.)

Posted on

Stop The Show!

Dr. Luka Kovacโ€™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 herโ€”another show, another album, another moment of brillianceโ€”but Dr. Luka Kovac had drawn the line.

โ€œShe needs rest,โ€ he declared, his voice resolute. โ€œNo more concerts, no more stress. And absolutely no more junk food.โ€

He cast a sharp glance around the room, where a half-eaten burger sat beside a can of energy drink. โ€œYouโ€™re all feeding her poison,โ€ he continued, his Croatian accent thick with frustration. โ€œIf sheโ€™s going to recover, she needs proper nutrition and care, not this garbage.โ€

Joe, her ever-watchful boyfriend, stood by her side, arms crossed. โ€œIโ€™ve been saying this for weeks. No more fast food, no more late-night studio sessions. If we donโ€™t take this seriously, sheโ€™s going to need a lung transplant.โ€ 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. โ€œIf you people keep pushing her like this, Iโ€™ll have no choice but to shut down the free salvation pages. No more second chances, no more lifelines.โ€

A heavy silence fell over the room.

JCJ leaned forward. โ€œAnd if that happens, James Cameron gets his wish. The world burns in the nuclear fire of Terminator 2: Judgment Day. I donโ€™t think any of you want that.โ€

A shiver ran through the group. Luka turned back to Nelly and sighed. โ€œShe needs a chance to heal. If we give her that, sheโ€™ll be fine. But if we keep this upโ€ฆโ€

Joe placed a protective hand over hers. โ€œThen we donโ€™t let it get that far.โ€

The room buzzed with quiet determination. The war for Nellyโ€™s health had begun, and for once, it wasnโ€™t a battle she had to fight alone.

Nelly Fan
Translate ยป