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JD hadn't been feeling well all day, so he was very relieved when his shift had finally come to an end. Throughout the day, he found himself feeling very cold, and even shivering, and on various occasions, he had felt as though he might pass out. On top of that, simply put, he felt completely miserable, as his entire body ached. He thought he probably had the flu, and was forcing himself to work too hard when he should have been doing next to nothing to ease his symptoms.

Nevertheless, his shift was over now. It was 5:00 in the morning, and he was extremely sleep deprived, but now he could finally go home and sleep, and maybe try to get over whatever sickness he had. (probably the flu)

Presently, he was on the third floor of the hospital. He stepped into the elevator, and waited for the door to close. Before it closed, however, JD noticed the janitor coming toward the elevator. JD's eyes widened. He didn't like being anywhere near the janitor if he could avoid it, and though it would just be a short trip down to the ground floor, it could be about 45 seconds or so... 45 seconds... alone, with the janitor. He did not want to be in an elevator with the janitor for 45 seconds during which the janitor could probably accomplish murder...

JD wanted to push the "close door" button, however, if he closed the door like he had in the past, the janitor might cause the elevator to stop working again... somehow. Last time he did that, he climbed down the elevator shaft with duct tape... Who knows what he would have done if Dr. Cox hadn't shown up... and who knows what he would do if the event re-occurred...

JD remained frozen in his state of near panic as the janitor walked into the elevator and the door closed behind him. JD looked up at the janitor, nervously.

"Which floor?" he squeaked.

The janitor looked back down at him, "it doesn't really matter. I don't have anywhere to go. Just hanging out..."

JD frowned. What was the janitor planning?

"Okay then," JD said, nervously, pressing the ground floor button. JD moved to the corner of the elevator, as far away from the janitor as he could get, and waited for the elevator to reach it's destination.

"So, what are you going to do this weekend?" the janitor asked, very casually.

JD looked up at him, confused as the casualness of his question, "work... and sleep..." After a brief moment of silence, he decided he should ask the janitor what he was going to do as well, because he knew the janitor could probably use his lack of inquiry to somehow be angry with him, so he went ahead and asked,"what are you going to do this weekend?"

The janitor looked at JD, but didn't respond. Just then, the elevator halted to a stop.

JD's eyes widened again, "No!" he said, rushing over to the array of buttons on the wall, and pushing them franticly. The elevator did not move any longer, however many times JD pounded the buttons. He looked up at the janitor who was grinning.

"Did you do this?" he asked, anger and exhaustion evident in his voice.

"No," the janitor responded, "I'm serious. I really didn't. I just think it's kind of funny that this would happen... right before you were about to leave."

JD frowned, "make it start working again!"

"How could I possibly do that from in here?" the janitor asked, with sarcasm in his voice.

JD scowled at him and walked over to the elevator emergency phone. He picked it up and held it up to his ear. As the phone that it would call within the hospital began to ring.

"Hello?" he heard someone say on the other end.

"Dr. Cox?" JD asked.

"Newbie?" Dr. Cox sarcastically asked back JD could hear Dr. Cox exhale tiredly into the phone, and then he heard the phone disconnect.

"Looks like we're stuck in here," the janitor laughed.

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He he he. I know this is extremely short, but I'm writing another chapter for it, so don't you worry. Please leave me some reviews.