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AN: Thanks for the reviews before, you are all very kind! It certainly made my day! I know it's a quick update but….I felt like it! I'm a very irregular updater though….
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"Hey, J.D!"
If I pretend to be asleep then he'll leave me alone. It works in the movies.
"….J.D?"
Okay, so far so good…
"Okay, I know you're awake."
Damn.
"…You better get up man, your break ended forty minutes ago; Dr. Cox is goin on a rampage looking for you."
Crap.
A shuffle of clothes sounds above J.D and he heard Turk move towards the door. He was about to let out a sigh of relief when he heard a pause in the movement.
Turk voice spoke through the artificial darkness, "Oh yeah, uh, Carla and I are goin out for dinner tonight at the end of our shift…I'll see you then when we get back."
The door closed and J.D was alone again.
I wonder when the last time was that I went out with them. Every day I wake up, go to work and then go home, watch some T.V and go to bed. Every day it's the same thing.
Not that I actually want to go out that is. I'm perfectly fine being out of the publics view. So long as I don't actually have to move until necessary, then I'm fine…
Sighing loudly he sat up from the bed he was in and stared into the darkness, his vision swimming.
Probably from not drinking enough water. Great work there "doctor Dorian."
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he bit his lip in preparation for going out of the comfort of the nice dark room to the hospital. What seemed like an every day thing had just become an incredibly hard burden. In all honesty, he really didn't want to see people, he just wanted to go back to his nice comfortable bed and just lie in bed, no disturbances.
The door swung open suddenly and a light turned.
Crap.
"Karen, beauty sleeps over! Get your pathetic ass out of that bed before I take you to the roof and throw you off it and then of course sprint all the way back down to the car park so I can once again take you to the roof and then throw you off it again just to make sure you got the point."
Still letting his eyes adjust to the onslaught of light, J.D blinked wearily as he sat up, "Sorry Dr. Cox, I must have been tireder than I thought."
The older doctor paused a moment before speaking again, "Tireder? For god's sake Newbie, you'd think that after being on the earth for as long as you have you'd be able to actually speak English. Oh, sorry, my mistake, your mummy must of skipped those speaking lessons of your for lessons on how to make yourself more of a girl."
J.D yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to pretend like every word didn't want to make him huddle into a corner and cry.
Dr. Cox face suddenly softens and he sits on the bed next to J.D.
J.D. stares at him in wonder, could it be?
Dr. Cox opens his mouth, "you can…call me your mentor if you like?"
J.D. shook his head.
Nah, that's just creepy….
"Dr. Cox, I told Mr. Bringsley about his wife…"
The man snorted and replied quickly, "So, do you want a medal for being my lap dog? I told you to get your ass out and do your work, so do it!"
Avoiding eye contact and slumping his shoulders in defeat he walked out of the room and into the busy corridor of the hospital.
I'm sure he cares, for all I know he could be saving me from being fired, I'm sure if Kelso found me sleeping over time then he would boot me out as soon as I opened my eyes.
Who am I kidding?
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Shutting the door behind him, J.D entered his apartment.
"Hello?"
His voice echoed strangely around the rooms. No answer came back to him.
So they really did go out.
Pulling off his back pack he dumped it on the floor, tugging off his coat as he did so. Sighing he slumped into the couch and closed his eyes. He leant his head against the back of the couch.
Someone's watching me.
He opened his eyes quickly and raised an eyebrow at Rowdy.
"Rowdy, don't look at me like that."
The stuffed dog kept staring.
"There is nothing wrong with feeling a little… tired…. and old….…every one does at some point!"
He could swear that the dog blinked.
"It'll go away soon, I'm positive."
A beep interrupted his conversation.
"Oh, a message. We will continue this conversation later Rowdy."
He gave the dog a pointed look and walked over to the answering machine and pressed the flashing button.
Hey bro….I'm really sorry…..
J.D noticed that the voice was slurred; Dan had a habit of getting drunk and then spilling every thing over the phone to him. It was a long tradition of his, the last time he did it was about a year ago though.
I mean, I screw up ALL the time. I am such…such a bad big bro. I mean….a hiccup…I mean, when we were young I never protected you, I should have kept you safe from mum's boyfriends. I totally mess up your life every time I come and visit…hell, I even steal your hot friend AND now I've got married without telling you. Even if it was just…a Vegas one….I'm so sorry, I suck, I know, I suck…..
A beep signalled the end of the message.
J.D stood silently for a minute, digesting what he had just heard.
Dan got married…and didn't even mention it. Didn't even tell me…
Walking to his bedroom he shut the door slowly behind him.
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"…And so I was like, Dude! She's ma woman!"
A laugh followed and Turk rustled in his pockets for the key.
"Thanks for the dinner! I had a great time, you where, well….mature…."
"Come here baby…"
Carla leant forward and they shared a kiss in the doorway. Both of them smiling as Carla wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him quickly once more. Ending the moment slowly they broke apart and entered the apartment, closing the door sounding behind them.
Taking off her jacket and throwing it onto the back of a chair she called to the silent room, "Bambi?"
No reply met her ears and she smiled and put a finger up to her mouth in a shushing motion before turning back to Turk and whispering, "Awwww Bambi's sleeping."
Both of them collapsed onto the couch, Turk flicking on the T.V as Carla pulled out her stash of sweets.
After a pause of silence, the only sound being the drone of the T.V, Turk spoke, "Hey baby, has J.D seemed off to you?"
Carla turned to Turk, confusion on her face, "No why?"
"I don know…I guess it's just my best friend radar actin up… It might be broken."
A snort followed and Carla popped a skittle into her mouth, speaking as she chewed the delicious candy, "Maybe he was just tired?"
A grumble followed her reply and Turk slid further into the couch.
Carla smiled and lent over in to him, speaking as she did, "It's nice that you're worried."
Turk glared mockingly at her before pulling her closer.
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Once again I had woke up and felt something spring onto my mind. Unlike I had thought yesterday, today would definitely not be something to look forward to. First and foremost, when I woke up I had suddenly realized that I suffered an incredibly painful headache, almost like I had been playing doctor with Dan again (which is VERY painful).
Thinking back on the last day I realized that I had not ate nor drank anything at all yesterday, which was not the ideal position for a doctor. My original plans of having a good filling dinner had of course been completely wiped clean when I listened to the sound of my brother's slurred and nearly incoherent speech on the answering machine. Oh yeah, and my headache could have been because I had skulled as many beers as I could. It was my favourite depressive game, listen to the saddest song ever and every time they mention love, drink.
Since last night I had realized that Dan would never be the brother I had wanted him to be. Even if it was just a…Vegas Wedding, the fact that he hadn't even mentioned it…I realized last night when the sounds of Turk and Carla had faded and the lights had all been turned off that it was time I was stopped thinking of Dan as the Big Brother. To me now, he was just an annoying relative, the one that stops by occasionally and insists of ruining everything that was once good.
Oops there's the Todd, I'll keep my head down and keep on walking. Maybe he won't notice me.
"Hey! Give the Todd some love?"
Pretend you don't hear, just keep on walking.
"Even the Todd needs some attention…"
J.D stopped by his patient's room, took a deep breath and entered. A few nurses and doctors where present in the room, thankfully though, none that he was that familiar with. Deciding to take control, J.D spoke to the waiting nurses.
"If the patient has been properly prepared then I guess we can bring the radiologist and radio technologist in for his Barium Enema GI series."
The nurse took off her gloves and placed them in the nearby bin, smiling cheerfully, "I'll go get them now!"
How does she stay so cheery? She just helped clean out the mans rectum…I think I'll tell her that…
He looked up, "Hey?"
She stopped in her mid skip-step-jog and turned to him, smiling once again.
J.D put on his most serious expression and spoke, "How do you stay so cheery? You just helped clean out the mans rectum?"
The nurse's expression dropped and she looked at him, as if trying to convince herself whether or not he was being serious. She had obviously made a decision because she turned away a moment later and left the room.
J.D looked at the chart and wrote down the proper notes, not looking up when a nurse entered a moment later. He watched out of his peripheral vision as Carla walked over to the bed and checked the man's vital's, all stable. He saw her sigh and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before looking back at him. He flicked his eyes back down to the chart, examining it once more.
"Hey Bambi."
Looking up like he just saw her he smiled at her and replied, "Oh, hi Carla."
I wonder how creepy my smile looks at the moment.
Carla edges towards the door slowly, a gun in her hand.
"You sick monster, what have you done with my Bambi!"
The J.D monster licks his fingers and replies slowly, "I ate him!"
Carla screams again while the J.D monster laughs maniacally.
"Are you alright? You look a bit under the weather."
J.D shook his head in denial and shrugged her off quickly.
"I'm fine! Nothing wrong in the world! In fact I'm so fine at the moment that I'm actually pretty hungry. Would you mind if I went and got something to eat while you took charge?"
She frowned and then shook her head.
He continued, "Thanks Carla!"
He passed the chart to Carla and quickly walked out of the room.
Gees, I might as well have gave her a booklet on all the things wrong at the moment. Way to be inconspicuous!
He shook of his thoughts as his beeper paged him. Reading the room number off the little machine he took off at a jog towards the room. As he got closer to the room he saw nurses rushing in and out of it.
Oh crap, she's crashing.
Dodging the numerous nurses he squeezed himself inside. Dr. Cox stood over the patient, his hands on her chest pumping rhythmically at it. Even from the other side of the room J.D could see the tense posture and determined look that his face held. The man turned quickly and shouted in his direction.
"For god's sake Newbie, get you ass over here!"
J.D sprang into action, moving to the other side of the bed. He was about to begin when he heard the beeping stop and join into one seemingly never-ending ring. His hands shook slightly as the silence settled over the room.
Dr. Cox was paused in mid air, his face completely emotionless. Slowly the man took his hands down and grabbed each side of the stethoscope around his neck. To J.D it looked almost like he was gripping onto the object like if he let go then he would completely loose himself.
"Dr. Cox, I…"
The man looked up at the clock on the wall and turned to his chart on the chair beside the bed. He looked at the clock once more and wrote down the time.
"Listen up Newbie…there was nothing we could do to save her."
J.D looked down the recently deceased patient. His shock must have been written on his face.
"…I'm going to tell Mr. Bringsley. Get something to eat; you look like you need it."
Without another word, the older doctor walked out of the room and left J.D alone with the dead woman.
Tears started to well up in his eyes as he thought of all that she would leave behind. She had a husband who loved her, relatives, maybe children, friends…
Shaking his head physically he grabbed the white cloths that was spread over her lower body.
With one last sigh of regret, he tucked her in.
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AN: No, Dr. Cox isn't a complete bastard! He does have a heart!
And I'm a big Turk/Carla fan so…yeh
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