It had started out like any other normal day

It had started out like any other normal day. Washing my hair with unisex caramel extract shampoo with Madonna playing in the background and Rowdy in the bath with me. Riding Sasha through the puddles on the way to work, slipping and ending up in a cleverly placed trash skip. Being laughed at by the Janitor for coming in with banana peel in my perfect hair. Yep, it was all a pretty normal morning.

I was leaning on the desk, asking Carla just why she smelled so nice today (note to self: mint extract body butter. Boy, I really love extracts!).

"So what's on the menu today, Carla?" I asked.

Carla picked up a few clipboards from the desk and handed them to me. As I read them, the look on my face fell, and Carla tutted sympathetically.

"Not a good day, Bambi?"

"No! I've got to tell a twelve year old girl that she has leukaemia. And Mr Cardon badly needs a new heart, and I can't get him on the transplant list. Why does Kelso give me all the hard ones?"

"Gee, Emily, maybe it's something to do with that permanent happy look you have on your face that fools people into thinking you're a good doctor, or it might be that you're so crap at your pathetic little job that Bobbo thinks you'll kill them off quicker so he can get his cash faster, I don't know, but I do know that those which you call the "hard ones" are little things called real people, and hopefully the reason you became a doctor is so that you can put a smile on their faces when you tell them they're about to die, so for gods sake Angelina, get a grip and start doing your job like you enjoy it!"

"Good morning to you too, Dr Cox!" I said, turning around with a big beam on my face, ready to greet my mentor.

"Go on, Newbie, admire my godlike physique, you know you want to, you have exactly five seconds, five-four-three-two-one, now go tell Mr Cardon your pathetic excuse for why you can't get him on the transplant list! Go, shoo!" Dr Cox yelled, clapping his hands at me.

With my tail between my legs, I scuttled off to Mr Cardon. That was the first tongue-lashing of the day over and done with. Although Dr Cox was right, he did have a very godlike physique…Holy crap, what was I thinking? Snap out of it, JD!

I opened the door to Mr Cardon's room. Oddly enough, I'd become quite attached to this patient. He often talked about his five year old daughter, how cute she was, and he had a great sense of humour. Poor guy, he was only 40. But he was very easy-going about the whole punctured-heart thing. Either that or he was a very good actor.

As I opened the door, Dr Cox walked past. He shoulder-shoved me.

"For god's sake, Newbie, get a move on! Some people have dying to complete and you're not speeding up the process!" he yelled at me as he walked down the corridor.

The touch of his shoulder to mine seemed to burn into my shoulder. Strange…it had never done that before.

The day went by fairly. I didn't see Dr Cox for the rest of the day…just as well, my shoulder still felt tingly from the bump, and not in a bad way. The rest of me felt tingly too, and I had a splitting headache. Hmm, splitting headache. That's an odd phrase…

JD's forehead splits open. Two hands are seen pushing it apart as he screams. Dr Cox emerges from the split. "For God's sake, Tabitha, get on with your job and stop worrying about a teeny migraine!" "Get out of my head!" JD yells. Dr Cox promptly climbs out of JD's skull and walks off, shoulder-shoving him to the floor in the process.

Wow…that was a pretty weird daydream! But it was true, as much as I tried to ignore it; a part of my head could not stop thinking about my mentor and his…gorgeous body…Man, what is up with me?

I didn't have any night shifts that night, so I went home. As I got off Sasha and turned the key in the lock, I realised that I was feeling slightly sick, and my hand was shaking a little. I also felt really sleepy. Just a cold. I'd seen these symptoms many times before.

I went into my room, and lay down on my bed, not bothering to change out of my scrubs. I fell asleep in an instant.

When I woke up, my vision was slightly blurry. I went to the bathroom to go to the toilet. As I washed my hands, I looked in the mirror. I held my hands to my temple to try and stop the throbbing headache. It was then I noticed that my head had become swollen and hard.

Oh no…