Patient X
Prologue
A horrible tale of mystery
John Dorian did not come to work thinking anything to be amiss. He did did not have a cloud looming over him, nor did he have a suspicious feeling. He got up from his bed, he went into his car and waited for his friend Christopher Turk to start the engine. They arrived at Sacred Heart Hospital feeling the usual indifference that accompanied such a typical routine.
When J.D. stepped into the Intensive Care Unit, he was met with relative calm. Nurses and orderlies shuffled from bed to bed, changing seats and changing IV's and checking charts with the utmost familiarity.
A patient sat on a bed, separated by nothing but a half-drawn curtain from the rest of the ICU. He had dark brown hair, slightly greasy, that fell only just past his ears, sticking out in any direction. He was pale, with a fairly average face and build. He was sitting up, and watching the days events unfold with a strange, bizarre knowledge in his eyes. As though he knew of some terrible, terrible happenings that would take place to them, to these people, and it amused him. As though he enjoyed it, the knowing.
None of the doctors, not even John Dorian, knew the extent of his knowledge. He had no name. He had no medical history. It was as if he had fallen from the sky.
John Doe they had labeled him, as they did with anonymous dead bodies.
J.D. was handed his chart by a nurse. He raised his eye at it, but put on his "friendly face".
He was confident. He could diagnose anyone. He could figure it out, probably by the end of the day.
He was very, very wrong.
"Hello, sir. I'm Dr. Dorian."
Author's Note: This full length fic has been sitting in my files for a year, and in my little spring cleaning endeavor, I thought I'd post it. It really requires no effort on my part, seeing as the whole thing is done. Let me know if I should post the rest. There are, like, six chapters.