My Cakes
Yes, people, I am sorry for not updating my other fics, but I don't like them anymore.
So about this fic, it's called My Cakes, because it is kind of like My Cake, but I kinda rewrote it.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Scrubs. Poor me. (
Have you ever felt that sense when you knew something bad would happen? Well, that sense hit me twice as hard.
"Janet," Dr. Cox greeted me. "Carla says you have a phone call. It's your mommy." He then kept walking the way he was going. Probably towards the cafeteria.
I walked to the nurse's station and greeted everyone with a wave and a smile. I turned to see Carla half smiling and handing the phone to me. I took the phone and answered, "Hello?"
Our family has an odd way of breaking news. We do it with cake. Cake makes you feel better about everything. Plus we have a rule that we can't by or eat cake for no reason. We have lots of old relatives in our family, so we would be very, very, very, fat.
When I heard the news, I felt like a cake came out of the receiver and hit me in the head. Then another came out of the other end of the phone and hit me in the head. I could only hope that they had chocolate frosting.
I snapped back into reality. This was twice the bad news.
"Hi sweetie," Our conversation had started off.
"Mom, what's the matter? That's your 'something's the matter voice.'"
"Well," I heard a sniffle. "Your dad… and your brother died in a car accident," She almost broke down crying.
I felt tears stinging my own eyes, but I never let them out. I could tell my mom had a hard time saying that.
She started telling me the story.
"They were on their way to see you for your birthday. They were going to throw you a surprise party with all of your doctor friends." She paused. "I was going to fly out a couple of days later, but they wanted to take a road trip. I wanted to surprise you, too. Just remember Johnny, this isn't your fault. It's nobody's fault. It was a total accident. Everything has a reason for happening, right?" I heard the dog barking in the back round. "I have to go take Sandy for a walk. I'll come visit you," She finished. I was so proud of her for being so strong.
I was emotionless. I stared at the walk and put the phone down. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and said, "My dad and my brother died."
The people coincidentally around me were my hospital family: Dr. Cox, Carla, Turk, and Elliot surrounded me. I walked through the small gap in-between my brother Turk and my half-cousin Elliot and headed for any place to be alone in the hospital. I wound up in the bathroom. I folded my legs so that they were in a 45 degree angle, and put my head in my favorite navy blue scrubs. And there I was, sitting on the floor in the corner of the bathroom, expressionless, but depressed inside, and brother and father-less.