I have to say, while things could be going better, my life was pretty good right now. Sure, the whole "unrequited love" thing was kind of a bummer, but I was kicking ass as a doctor, and today was April 1st. I should be nervous, but I was confident and excited. You see, I'd applied for a few fellowships starting in November, and April 1st was the day I'd receive note of my acceptance or rejection from these programs. I guess in a way it was bittersweet. But Turk and Carla were getting married, and it was time for me to grow up too. At least that was the reason I kept telling myself.

From the moment I walked into the hospital that morning, everything was a whirlwind. Before I had even found a chance to change into my scrubs I had to bring back a guy who coded in the ER. Once I was actually able to get changed, Dr. Cox whisked me away from all the action in the ER in a hurry. He let out his signature sharp whistle, and my head whipped around to face him.

"Come on, Molly, you're rounding with me this morning."

"Yes, Dr. Cox," I answered, lengthening my strides to catch up with him.

"You seem to have an extra bit of pep in your step this morning, Courtney. Did the big football star finally ask you to the junior prom?"

I chuckled a little bit, picturing Cox in full football gear and me as his cheerleader on the side of the field. He scores the winning touchdown, the rushes to the side of the field where I'm standing. He takes off his helmet and leans in for a-

"Hello, Natasha! I haven't got all day. What with all the, you know, sick people here."

"Sorry Dr. Cox. It's just that it's April first. I find out if I made my fellowships today."

At this, Cox's face seemed to turn to stone. I was almost sure it had until he turned to me. For once, he didn't yell, and I almost wish that he had. I didn't care about the yelling. This scary whispering thing was as intimidating as all hell.

"Impossible." He snarled. "I never wrote you a recommendation."

"Uh, yes you did." I told him matter of factly. "Carla got you really drunk and then begged you to do it for me."

"Damn you, Larissa!" He took a deep breath. "You know what, newbie? Congrats on getting yourself out of this hellhole. C'mon, we've got patients."

If I'm being honest, it stung a little that Cox didn't seem to care that I was planning on leaving, but then again, he was the person I was trying to get away from. Well, not him exactly. Just my feelings for him.

"Alright then, Newbie, this is Theresa May, she's 36 and she has been experiencing cramps, abdominal bleeding, appetite loss, and fatigue. She doesn't have an ulcer, irritable bowel syndrome, or IBD, and she isn't pregnant. Do you have any brilliant ideas, Claire?"

"Can I see her scans?" The younger doctor asked. Cox handed him the chart. "Well she doesn't have Crohns..." He muttered.

"Yes Felicity, we could play this game of 'what doesn't she have?' All day. But sweetheart, the game that we're actually playing is called 'Let's correctly diagnose this patient so they don't have to continue living in pain!' Do you understand that, Melissa?"

"Yes, Dr. Cox."

"Page me if, and only if, you are able to diagnose Ms. May." And with that, he was off.

Maybe it should have emasculated me that Dr. Cox had called me sweetheart, but honestly it just gave me butterflies that I attempted to tame with a ginger ale from the vending machine. After rounding on my patients, I decided to go introduce myself to Cox's patient, get a sense of how she was feeling. I consulted my chart to find her room number, 311, and headed up, narrowly avoiding the janitor as I stepped into the elevator. When the lift dinged for the 3rd floor, I stepped out and turned right. Knocking, I entered the room.

"Ms. May?" I said as I entered. I found her propped up in bed, flipping through a magazine passively. She put it down as soon as she realized I was in the room. "Hi, I'm Dr. Dorian," I smiled, shaking her hand. "I'll be assisting Dr. Cox on your case."

"Oh..." She said, sounding surprised. Confused, I asked her a question.

"Is that alright?"

"Oh yes, absolutely," she backtracked graciously. "It's just that Dr. Cox mentioned a doctor by the name of Nancy." I couldn't help but laugh a little at that.

"Sorry for the confusion Ms. May. Dr. Cox likes to call me girl's names to break my spirit." This got her to laugh at least.

"Please, call me Theresa."

"Alright Theresa. You rest up. I'll be back as soon as I've found a diagnosis."

"Thank you, doctor."

"Just doing my job." I said, hanging her chart as I left the room.

Although I hadn't made a plan for what to do when I left the room, the grumbling in my stomach made a decision for me. Checking my watch, I realized I'd be right on time to eat with Turk and Carla. Catching the elevator again, I headed to the cafeteria and picked up my regular "busy day" lunch: Ham and Cheese on rye, salt and vinegar potato chips, and a vitamin water. Spotting the happy couple, I plopped my tray down in front of Turk.

"Hey V-Bear, are you nervous?" Turk asked me.

"Nervous about what, Bambi?" Carla asked, confused.

"Today's the day I find out if I got my fellowships," I explained to Carla. "I'm feeling pretty okay about the whole thing. It's out of my hands at this point anyway. " I explained further.

"Good for you for being so calm about it, Bambi." She said, rubbing my arm comfortingly.

"Hey, Carla, while I have you here, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"It's about this patient, Theresa May-"

"Isn't she such a sweetheart! Cox has had her in here for the past 3 days." Carla interrupted me.

"Wait, she's been here 3 days?" I ask.

"Yes," Carla said slowly, trying to figure out where my head was at.

"Cox just gave me her case today. Which means that he doesn't know what's wrong with her and he trusts me to figure it out!" My heart swelled. Perry trusted me. He thought I was a good doctor. Wow. Carla spoke again, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Turk, honey are you feeling okay? You're awful quiet."

"Yeah baby, I'm okay. It's just the Mexican food I ate."

"Turk, we had pasta for dinner."

"Oh, I know. At 3AM I drove to Taco Bell but by the time I got home I was too tired to eat it. So I left it on the counter and had it for breakfast this morning.

"Nice!" I said, raising my hand for a high five as Carla displayed her disgust. My chocolate bear hit me back with a high five worthy of Todd's palm.

"Oh no," Turk said, his face turning to sheer terror."

"What's wrong?" Carla asked, turning to look at him, but he was already gone.

"Bathroom." I explained.

"Oh," she said, then chuckling a little. "Glad I don't have to clean that up."

"Oh my gosh, Carla!"

"What?"

"I know what's wrong with Theresa May!" I say, bolting out of the cafeteria. I think she calls after me, but I don't care. I diagnosed a patient that Dr. Cox couldn't. I rush back to Theresa's room to confirm my diagnosis. When I get there, I'm glad to see she's finished her lunch and is flicking through TV channels.

"Crazily enough," she says as I walk in, "there aren't a ton of great shows on at 1:30PM on a Tuesday."

"Crazy, I know. Theresa, can I ask you a couple questions that might help me make a diagnosis?"

"Yes, absolutely. I mean, that's kind of why I came here."

"Great, thanks." I said, sitting down. "I'm sorry, because I know this is terribly uncomfortable, but how have your bowel movements been?" I ask.

"Frequent and awful. And I've tried everything to get it back to normal."

"Have you lost any weight without trying recently?"

"Yes actually, about 7 pounds."

"Thanks, Theresa. I'll be back as soon as possible." As I shut her door, I can't help but do a little victory dance. I can't celebrate too soon, however. I have to find Dr. Cox. I first check the nurse's station, but there's no sight of him there.

"Laverne, do you happen to know where Dr. Cox is?"

"A few minutes ago he told me he was headed to radiology," she told me.

"Great, thanks!" I call over my shoulder as I rush over there before he can leave and send me on a goose chase to find him. Once I see him at radiology I stop running, attempting to remain cool. I walk up to him, and blurt out "ulcerative colitis!" before my brain can tell me not to. Well, so much for keeping my cool.

"What was that, Regina?" He asked, looking at the labs he'd just received.

"Theresa has ulcerative colitis." I repeated, showing him the updated chart.

"Huh. Good catch, newbie. Start her on sulfapyridine, I'll write her script later. They need you in the ER after you're done with that. Massive pile up on the freeway this morning." He said, already focusing back on his chart.

Admittedly, I thought this moment would be a bit sweeter. Although Dr Cox did actually compliment me without a hint of sarcasm, dismissive as the compliment may be. I walked back up to Theresa May's room and explained her condition to her. She was considerably more grateful than Cox had been, which felt nice. However, there wasn't much time to bask in that adoration before I was paged to the ER, where I ended up staying until 11:30, long after most other doctors had left.

I walked up to the attending's lounge, which I expect to be empty. I slink into a chair before I realize that Dr. Cox is also at the table, nursing a black coffee.

"You on call tonight?" I ask.

"No, Amanda, I just thought I'd stay here for the kicks."

"That was a kind of weak retort," I say blandly, exhausted from my long day.

"Not that I care, but what's the matter with you? Did all of your fellowships reject you due to your inherent incompetence?" He asked.

"Oh my god, my fellowships, I totally forgot!" I exclaimed, whipping out my phone to check my email. 32 new messages. Great. I quickly erase the emails from pottery barn, Filene's basement, 7-11, and my Starbucks rewards, in order to just see my fellowships. "Mercy West, accepted. Oregon state, denied. Wisconsin pediatrics, accepted, Beth Israel, accepted, Holy Cross, accepted." I pause for a moment. The last one on my list was Mass General, the best hospital in the country. It was on the east coast, in Boston, but I couldn't not apply. "Mass General... Accepted! I got accepted to the best hospital in the country!" I was so amazed that I couldn't take my gaze away from my phone.

"Of course you did, newbie. You're a great doctor."

Had I been in a normal state of mind, that sentence from that doctor might have knocked me unconscious. "Thank you, doctor. I can't believe it, I got accepted."

"Look, JD. don't go to Boston."

I was shocked. Why didn't he want me to go to Boston? Also, did he just use my actual name?

"Why?" I turn to look at him, and suddenly he's standing a lot closer than he was a few minutes ago. Before I can even register what's going on, his hands are on either side of my head pulling me into a passionate, mind blowing kiss. Too soon, however, he pulls away.

"Does that answer your question?"