Scrubs

My Ghost

Oh HELL yeah! HalleIronical is BACK! Be happy people! Even though I don't know if I'll be able to finish this story...

What's been going on with me? Well, since we last spoke, I now work/volunteer at the hospital near my house! Cool, right? Yeah, I know. Despite the fact that the nurses have, like, zero respect for us, it's pretty awesome.

Oh, oh, I got Scrubs season four on DVD for Christmas! Not to mention Journey To The Center Of The Earth, starring the oh-so gorgeous Brendan Fraser. What about you?

Disclaimer: There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. And she said, "I don't own Scrubs." The End.

Perry sat up in his bed. He blinked. Something was wrong. Why were people moving around the house? It had to be at least three in the morning.

He slid out of bed, twowards the door, and into the hall.

Whimpering? Okay, this was just getting pathetic. He peaked into the living room, where Max sat with Jack.

"Max?" Perry asked, standing behind the couch. "Are you crying?" he asked.

She looked at him, her eyes wet with tears. She blinked, whipping them away. Jack, however, continued to cry. "Well, um..." She mumbled. "There's no flower..."

Two Weeks Earlier

Click!

"Oh my God!" JD jumped back, falling on his behind, blinking away the flash of a camera. "Max!"he screamed, so high it almost competed with Elliot's screeches. "Don't do that!!"

The teenaged girl smiled. "It's weird. I'd think you'd be used to it by now, seeing as I've been her awhile. Everyone else is."

"I doubt that everyone is." JD rolled his eyes.

Max held up a camera, snapping a picture of a couple of passing orderlies. "Hey Max," they said, continuing to walk.

"Yo," she said, staring at the picture she'd just taken.

"Touche, sixteen year old girl..."

"I win this round, but the war's not over yet?"

"Exactly." JD snapped at her and she grinned, walking away.

Max is the late Ben Sullivan's daughter. She is one of the coolest people you will ever meet.

JD stood up, starting a gangsta walk down the hall. "Sup, ladies?" he asked a few of passing nurses. "Get a life, JD," they said.

"Yeah, get a life!" one agreed.

JD recognized them. "Carla?" he asked.

She stopped. "Sorry, I thought they were talking about another JD..." she mumbled, an apologetic smile on her face.

"I'm the only person with the initials J.D. in this entire hospital!" he said, raising an eyebrow at her.

The intercom suddenly blared. "Will Dr. Jason Driver please report to radiology? Dr. Jason Driver to radiology."

Carla grinned.

"Hm... Touche, intercom."

Carla and Turk stared. "I've never seen two teenagers go at it for that long in my life..." Turk mumbled.

"Are you sure we should be watching this?" Carla asked.

"Who says we can't?"

"It just seems so wrong!" Carla protested.

"But it's so intense!"

Max slammed a card down on the table. "Go fish, bitch!" she yelled.

Darryl frowned. "Do you really have to call me a bitch?"

"It's a part of the deal."

"What deal?"

"The deal that you get with Maxien Lear-Sullivan."

Darryl blinked. "You're not making any since."

Max smiled. "Yeah, I know..."

Darryl rolled his eyes. "You're so lucky you're cute. Got any fives?"

"Go fish. Got any threes?"

Darryl looked at his hand. "Damn..." He handed her his three.

"Ha! You suck, dude!" Turk yelled.

JD suddenly appeared by the table. "Turk, you have to come with me!" he yelled, exasperated.

Turk raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You're never gonna believe this... There's another JD in the hospital!"

Turk gasped. "No way!"

"Yeah! He must be destroyed!"

I held up a light saber and tossed it to Turk. He missed it by an inch and it cut off his pinkie.

"JD!" he yelled.

Carla; dressed as Princess Leya, Max; dressed as Yoda, and Darryl; dresses as R2-D2, all shook their heads at me.

"Sorry, my outer space brotha..."

"Did he just call you his outer space brotha?" Darryl asked.

Turk nodded, standing up. Darryl gave JD an evil look. JD tried to return the look, failing miserably.

Turk and JD turned, leaving the cafeteria.

Ignoring the fact that I was pretty sure Max's boyfriend thought I was a racist, Turk and I ventured on to find this new JD.

Perry sat next to Jordan in front of the pediatrics office. Jack sat at his side, staring hopefully at the children playing with the toys. Jennifer Dylan sat in Jordan's lap, wriggling, restlessly to be free to crawl around on the floor.

"Daddy, I wanna play!" Jack wined.

"No," Perry said, almost before the boy finished his sentence. "Those toys are covered with germs and junk from this filthy little kids. You will not be playing with them."

Jack kicked out his legs, like any small child would do when refused something they want. "I hate you!"

"I know."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Perry, nothing is gonna happen to him if he just plays until his appointment. I'm about three seconds away from chucking Jennifer across the room as we speak. Just let the kid play."

"Can't he just watch the bad sitcom on the TV?" Perry asked.

"That's on for the adults, Perry! Children don't care about that! What is that anyways?"

Perry tilted his head. "Some show called Scrubs. It's so annoying that it makes me want to punch babies."

Every parent in the room stared at Dr. Cox. A couple held their children closer. He growled, casting the glancing away from him into several different directions. "Besides, at the beginning of every episode these loser interns put the X-Ray on backwards!"

"Nice..."

"Stupid."

"By the way, Perry, who can I talk to about birth control here?"

"For you?"

"No... Yes."

Perry stared. "No, yes?" He stared at her, watching as Jordan's eyes gave away what she meant.

"No!" Perry yelled. "You will not buy Max birth control! You know why? 'Cause she's sixteen and won't be having sex!"

Max's eye's widened. "Oh my God..." she mumbled.

Carla stared at her. "What?"

"I have a feeling the worst thing that could ever happen in the history of my life has just happened..."