"Hey, Doctor Cox, I-"
"No."
This was how most of our conversations go. She expects anything of me, she won't get it.
She glares at me.
"Jesus, Dr Cox! This isn't about me, this is about helping people, so will you get off your ass and help me?!" she says, fire in her eyes.
They say that the calm before a storm is the scariest part. Elliot seems to realize this. I stand and step close to her. I tower over her.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'll just-" She interrupts herself and runs away.
I sigh and sit with my head in my hands. The truth is that I love her. I had done since she had made herself over recently. I almost fell over in shock when she strutted down the halls with her amazing new haircut, tight black top and low jeans. But of course, the new confident Barbie didn't last. The next day she was back to her neurotic self, back in Scrubs, the way she belonged. Somehow I preferred her that way.
I stalk into the staff room, and of course, there she is. She is asleep on the sofa. She looks so beautiful. Although she appears to be having a bit of trouble with her bangs, I think, amused. They keeps falling into her face, and she brushes them away, but they fall back. I sit on the coffee table in front of the sofa and push back he bangs for her. This wakes her up, and she sees me staring at her with a pathetic gentle expression on my face. I straighten so quickly she jumps and blinks like a startled doe. God, she's so beautiful, even when she's sleepy.
"Ah. I thought you were dead, and I was happy. I can now see that this is not the case."
She sits up and stares into her lap. I can practically see her building up defences that won't allow any rant of mine to hurt her. Of course, these defences never work.
"Now get back to work before you could become so goddamn useless that you simply evaporate!!"
I can see her eyes watering, but she only says "Yes sir." and runs away. We (me, her and the one Kelso's always with – Tim?) all know that she's not going back to work, because we all know that she doesn't go on call for another forty minutes. I know exactly where she's going. The same place she always does to cry – the custodial closet.
I storm after her.