Here you go, chapter 2, hope you like it.

Thank you for all your kind reviews! They really inspire me to make this story the best I can make it, not to mention the good laugh they give me when you guys tell me your favorite parts.

Scrubs is not mine. Please don't sue me, all I have is a plethora of tuna. And even I don't want that.

Italics represent JD's thoughts.

Ch. 2 New Patient

JD left Mrs. Plaines' room, still giddy after she told him his new sneakers were fab-tastic, which he quite agreed with. The salesman said they were look-at-me! sneakers, which are very important when all you have to wear is boring scrubs everyday. Well, at least mine are blue. They do so bring out my eyes…

While wondering if perhaps he could get his scrubs in just a lighter shade of blue, maybe powder blue, he ran smack into Elliot, who was on her way to see Mr. Almino as well. She helped him up off the floor. That girl must be made out of concrete.

"Apparently Mr. Almino is gone again," she said, breathless. "Help me find him, will you? Dr. Cox will kill me if he hears I've lost him again."

"I heard Carla say he likes to lurk in dark corners," JD said, checking his ribs for bruises. "You take this floor, I'll take the next up so I can check on a new patient.

"Deal," she agreed, and they set off. They passed Doug on the way, who looked like he was playing Go Fish with a dead guy. Doug appeared to be losing. JD turned to look at Elliot, and she shook her head. "Sometimes, to make it a day through this hospital, you have to pretend it all makes sense."

That's interesting, coming from you. Elliot was one of his nearest and dearest friends, but as far as insane people pretending to be sane, she was at the top of his list. Except for the Janitor, maybe.

Speaking of which, his ears pricked up at the sound of a mop swishing back and forth, much like a rabbit's at the sound of a predator's footsteps. He waved a quick good bye to Elliot and dashed upstairs.

The mopping sound seemed to follow him, so he darted into the closest supply closet, and stumbled over Mr. Almino hiding in a corner.

"Oh, hello there Dr. Dorian. Is it lunchtime yet?" he asked, seemingly unaware that they were sitting in a dark closet. "I think I'm craving some green jello today."

"I'll be sure to get right on that, Mr. Almino," JD muttered distractedly as he listened at the door. Satisfied that the Janitor had gone, he led the old man out of the closet. "But first, you need to get back to your room. We can't make you better if we don't know where you are."

JD found Elliot, and Mr. Almino shuffled happily off with her. JD smiled after them. Mr. Almino was annoying, but also endearing. Careful JD, don't get too attached. He may not be terminal now, but you never know. You can't make friends with the dead. That was the problem with this job. It sucked your soul out.

He continued down the hall to where Carla was directing some orderlies as they were wheeling in a new patient.

"Hey, Bambi. Where'd you get that pen?" she asked, looking at the pen he was chewing on suspiciously.

"Found it," he answered, stowing it quickly away before she could get too close a look. "Dr. Cox wanted me to take this guy."

"Well, he should be pretty easy. His name is Darren Loxley, 37, Caucasian male. Started with a high fever, then moved onto dizziness and disorientation. Now he says he's having trouble focusing his eyes on things," she rattled off. Carla always took care to know her patients.

"Thanks, Carla," he said as he took the chart she offered to him. He flipped through it, verifying everything she had told him. Walking into the room, he looked over his patient. He was a large, overweight man, with light blond hair and green eyes. He attempted to look up at JD, but his eyes seemed slow in catching up with him.

"Hello, Dr. Dorian. I'm Darren Loxley." Darren tried to stick out his hand to shake JD's, but he missed completely. He sighed, embarrassed, and sat back against his pillow. "That's been happening a lot lately."

JD took out his penlight and used it to look into Mr. Loxley's eyes. "Can you look up for me?" he asked. "Okay, now down." JD stood back up and marked his chart. "When did the first symptom start?"

While he listened to Mr. Loxley, his thoughts drifted back to Dr. Cox, as they always did.

The cafeteria is serving Rueben sandwiches today, one of Dr. Cox's favorites. Maybe he'll wanna eat lunch together today. Probably not. I guess I won't have to worry about anyone trying to steal my fries. Too bad, I really wouldn't mind.

He looked up, shaking the images of Dr. Cox and himself lounging in a pool of French fries from his mind.

He looked over Mr. Loxley's head, searching for any bumps or bruises. "Have you hit your head or anything recently?" he asked.

"Not really," Mr. Loxley answered. "Oh, wait. I did bump my head on an open cupboard door the other day."

JD nodded as he found the bump, near the back of his patient's head. "Well, I believe you are suffering from Antalaxia. It causes problems with muscle coordination. That is why you are disoriented and having trouble with your fine motor movements, such as moving your eyes or your hands." Antalaxia sounds like the fairy tale land Gisele is from. Do not let Dr. Cox know I love that movie.

"It can be caused by minor head trauma. Don't worry, it's simple enough to treat. We'll start with a CAT scan to make sure the head trauma isn't more serious. Also, I'm going to start you on Phochlorotetrazine, an anti-nausea drug that should help with the dizziness."

He said goodbye to Mr. Loxley and turned to Carla. "It's a good thing we caught it early. Right now his condition is fairly mild, but Antalaxia can turn pretty serious if let alone. But this way, he should be out of here by tomorrow."

JD turned to leave, happy that he'd had another easy case.

As always, your reviews are appreciated. Anything medical is slightly true with a spin on it. I couldn't find a disease with the symptoms I wanted, so I decided to throw it all out the window and make up what I needed to fit the story. Also, I know this chappie is pretty devoid of smut, but don't worry, I'm working on it. Ch. 3 will definitely be more to your liking.