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.
INT. HOSPITAL BACKSTAGE MEDICAL BAY – DAY
The hum of equipment blends with the muffled sound of an audience cheering somewhere beyond the curtain. Dr. DRAKE RAMORAY (Matt LeBlanc in full soap-opera swagger) checks a chart, while DR. LUKA KOVAC (Goran Višnjić, calm and composed) finishes washing his hands.
DR. RAMORAY
(looking up with that signature smirk)
Good news, doc. Our patient—Miss Nelly Furtado herself—is feeling fine. Vitals strong, voice steady, spirit unbreakable. She says she’s ready to continue the show.
DR. KOVAC
(relieved, with a soft smile)
That’s good to hear. I was a little worried earlier. The way she pushed herself through that rehearsal—she has the heart of a performer and the endurance of an athlete.
DR. RAMORAY
(chuckling)
Yeah, she told me, “All good things come to an end, but not my set.” I think we’ve got a superstar on our hands, doc.
DR. KOVAC
(smirking, arms crossed)
Then let’s make sure the superstar doesn’t collapse on the encore. Keep an eye on her hydration—electrolytes, warm-up stretches, maybe even a vitamin B12 shot before the final act.
DR. RAMORAY
(grinning, mock salute)
Aye aye, Captain Kovac. Doctor Drake Ramoray—backstage medicine man and pop-star whisperer—on duty.
The two doctors share a laugh as NELLY FURTADO’s voice drifts in from the stage, strong and effortless.
NELLY (O.S.)
🎵 “I’m like a bird…”
DR. KOVAC
(softly, listening)
She really is.
DR. RAMORAY
Yeah. And tonight, doc—she’s flying.
They exchange a knowing nod as the lights dim and the crowd roars.