Even though I've got a bunch of other stories to finish and a bunch of work outside of fanfiction, I thought this needed to be written because, quite frankly, I adore the characters and relationship of Denise and Drew, and I was wondering if anyone else out there did, too.

Of course, Denise and Drew aren't the couple (and I'm not the writer) to have "finding each other" stories as a fanfic. They're a cute couple, but not the most normal one.

So, in dedication to the two characters that are my favorites in the new season of "Scurbs", I decided to write an odd story that would suit them.

And I've been reading a lot of Stephen King. Hence, this story.

So, review if you agree with me, and I hope you like the story.

I don't own "Scrubs", and I also don't own the quotes at the begining of the chapters or any references made to franchises or anything else. Basically, I own nothing but the idea.

Now, for my favorite part of the game - sudden death.

The morning ended for Denise like any other morning at the campus usually did: with the sun shining, birds and Lucy chirping and an urge to smack something.

This urge, along with the morning ending, instead of beginning, as morning's often symbolize, was because Denise had, for two agonizingly long weeks now, been working the night shift. She had stupidly chosen this decision because she had thought that the night shift would be slower and quieter, allowing her to recover from a case of the flu that she had picked up. But between her classes at day and her working at night, her internal clock had been messed up by brief interludes of sleep, only just a few hours. One of those interludes was about to happen in just a few minutes, if only she could get across campus to her dorm...

Which was exactly when her karma decided to go to hell.

She was walking in a daze, partly because of the medicine she had just taken for her flu, partly because she had worked a 12 hour shift and had nearly fallen asleep four times while treating a patient; so she didn't see the fact that she had stepped into the path of an ambulance that was just 10 seconds away from hitting her. In fact, she barely heard the people screaming for her to "Move, get out of the way!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the ambulance baring down her, but something different caught her eye. A little girl was standing in front of her, apart from the crowd that seemed to have materialized within seconds; she standing right in front of Denise, just far enough to avoid being hit by the ambulance, too. Denise only had a second to absorb all these details, because then their eyes met, and the girl raised her arm, offering Denise her hand. She had a grave look on her face, but she suddenly smiled. It was soft, warm smile, comforting to look at. Denise felt her hand twitch suddenly and begin to lift itself, just a bit, to clasp in the other girls. But the moment was broken when something hard crashed into Denise.

It threw her to the ground, getting pieces of gravel stuck in her arms and face. Her head hit the ground and bounced once off of it, sending stars flying into her vision so fast that alone gave her a headache. The weight stayed on her for a moment, than rolled off. She felt something warm and soft grab her shoulder and for a minute she thought it was the little girl, but then she was rolled over to see Drew looking down at her.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He said, sounding worried. She wanted to say something, to defend herself like she always did, but her throat seemed to have closed up. Instead, she simply pushed herself off the ground, wincing as her battered arms supported her body. Drew tried to help her, but she shrugged him off.

"What is going on here?" 'Great.' She thought. 'Crapfest 2010 just got even better.'

Dr. Cox walked over to where Denise and Drew were sitting, the crowd parting for him like Moses. He looked down at his two interns, squinting in the morning sun.

"You do realize, Princess Peach, that because you were injuries on company property, you have to be checked out now?"

"You've got to be kidding me." Denise ground out between her teeth.

"Nope. Now just sit still while we get on of the stretchers for you to go in on." At this, Denise began to stand up. Drew reached out a hand to help her, but once again she shrugged him off.

"No no no, sit down." Dr. Cox said, a broad smile on his face.

"Move or I will strangle you." She said.

"She's seriously on that one Perry, I saw her try to shove a tube down someone's throat, not a pretty picture." J.D.'s voice drifted out from somewhere in the crowd.

"Fine." Dr. Cox rolled his eyes and gestured to Drew as Denise began to make her way into the hospital. "You too Mario, c'mon."

As she passed the crowd and walked into the hospital, Denise noticed the little girl, still as angelic and unfazed as ever, standing by the hospital doors.