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Anyway, here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it:

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When JD awoke he was laying in a hospital bed. His entire body was sore. He looked down, to see that he was dressed in a hospital gown. He was finding it easier to breathe now, and for that he was grateful. He slowly breathed in, feeling a slight pain when doing so, but nothing nearly as painful as previously. He decided that he must have been given morphine. His right arm was in a cast, as it had indeed been broken from one of the strong kicks he received from his assailant.

JD suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of stress. Having someone beat you up in an alley was kind of a stressful occurrence. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes. It was then that he heard a familiar voice, "Hey, you're awake," he heard Dr. Cox say. This made him feel even more stressed. Dr. Cox would surely make fun of him.

JD opened his eyes, reluctantly, and looked up at Dr. Cox who was by now standing right next to his bed. JD didn't say anything. He didn't know for sure what he should say. After a moment of silence Dr. Cox spoke again, "So, uh, what happened to you, Belle?"

JD frowned. Even when he got beaten up Dr. Cox was still belittling him by calling him girls' names.

"What do you think happened to me?" he said, with sarcasm and anger in his voice, "some guy beat me up. You know you don't always have to be like that. Just because I got beaten up doesn't mean I'm a girl."

"Listen, JD," Dr. Cox said, leaning closer to him and talking more quietly, and with a more serious tone in his voice than before, "the janitor brought you in... and well, I know that guy doesn't seem to like you..." Dr. Cox sighed, "did he do this to you? I'm all for him joking around and picking on you, but I won't stand for him to actually beat you up like this."

"He didn't do it," JD answered, "Some guy said he was diagnosed with cancer and he was angry... and just wanted to beat someone up. I didn't recognize him."

"Well, Newbie," Dr. Cox continued, "if the janitor did this to you, you don't have to lie. Even if he threatened you... We can have him fired."

JD looked up to the right, thinking. This would be a perfect excuse to get him fired... and he might have actually been involved... JD knew that he could use this as the perfect excuse to get rid of the janitor, but he also knew that the janitor would never go so far as to have someone beat him up like that. The game he and the janitor played was more like extreme sibling rivalry.

JD shook his head, "No," he answered, "the janitor wouldn't go that far... I'm sure he wasn't involved."

"Okay then," Dr. Cox said, seemingly satisfied with JD's answer, "Oh, and Jasmine, I should probably tell you the extent of your injuries... Your arm is broken, if you didn't notice. The broken one is the one in the cast," he said, sarcastically, "and that's about it really. You've got quite a few nice dark bruises, but nothing else is broken. You'll be fine, but you really do have some pretty nasty bruises... I'd say you should be careful who you piss off in the future, hm?"

JD frowned again, "But I didn't do anything to the guy!" he protested.

"Well, anyway, you might just want to take it easy for a few days. I'm sure it would be a bitch to try to walk. Whoever did this to you must have been pissed," Dr. Cox said, leaving the room.


Dr. Cox stormed through the halls of Sacred Heart. No one dared confront him, as it was clear that he was angry. He continued walking until he spotted the janitor. He walked up to the taller man and pushed him into an empty patient room, closing the door behind him.

"What the hell did you do?" Dr. Cox yelled, accusingly.

"What are you talking about?" the janitor responded.

"JD said you aren't the one who beat him up, but I think he's lying. What, did you threaten him? Tell him not to tell anyone?" Cox accused, angrily, "I don't have a problem with the little game you two play, but this has gone too far. Sure, the kid is annoying, but that doesn't give you the right to do what you did out there."

"Hey!" the janitor yelled back, "I didn't do it. I saw some guy run out from the alley, so I looked back there and I saw the kid laying there."

"Did you hire some guy to beat him up?" Dr. Cox said, with anger in his voice, "Wait until he was walking all alone out in the pouring rain and then pose as a patient to get him to come into the alley on his own?"

"Of course not!" the janitor urged, "you and I both know that I wouldn't do that... You know how our game works."

"You better hope I don't find out you were involved," Dr. Cox growled, leaving the room.


JD sighed as he laid in the hospital bed. Turk was in a very long and complicated surgery, so he probably hadn't even heard yet what had happened to JD. Elliot and Carla had the day off, and surely no one thought it was necessary to call them. JD was somewhat relieved that everyone was leaving him alone. Too many worried visitors could get to be very annoying. He closed his eyes. He sure did hope they'd catch the guy who beat him up. Surely the man was just wanting this to be a one-time thing... Surely he wouldn't stalk JD and beat him up again... would he?

JD was pulled out of his frightening thoughts, and gasped as he heard the door to his room open. He had been wondering if the man who had assaulted him would come back. Therefore, this was a very inopportune moment for someone to come into his room. He opened his eyes and looked toward the door where the janitor stood.

"What are you doing here?" JD asked, able to keep the nervousness out of his voice, as he sat up in his bed.

"Just checking on you," the janitor said, and then looked upset, "you don't think I was involved with this whole thing, do you?"

JD looked up at the janitor who had walked closer and now seemed like a giant towering over him. JD didn't think that the janitor was involved, but he couldn't say for sure. However, he wasn't about to get the janitor angry with him, as the room's door was closed, JD was laying in a bed with a broken arm, and the tall janitor could probably kill him if he wanted to.

"Uh..." JD began, "No... I saw the guy... It wasn't you."

"Yeah, but you don't think I sent him to attack you, right?" the janitor asked.

JD tilted his head and looked that the janitor. The usually frightening man actually looked emotionally hurt. Had JD hurt his feelings when he had accused him of sending the man who attacked him in the alley?

JD sighed, "I really don't think you had anything to do with it," he said honestly, "You and I aren't exactly best friends, but I'd like to think that you wouldn't ever do anything that mean," he said, half honestly, and half in hopes that if the janitor had sent the man to beat him up that he would feel guilty and not do anything similar ever again.

"Well, good then," the janitor told him, patting him lightly on his shoulder, in a friendly manner.

JD suppressed a wince as the light pat on his shoulder just so happened to fall on a very nasty bruise that he had under the hospital gown. He also felt uncomfortable to have the janitor so close to him.

The janitor narrowed his eyes, noticing that JD seemed to be afraid of him, "Hey," he said, looking disappointed, "I'm trying to be nice to you."

"Okay then," JD said trying to keep worry out of his voice, "Uh... you don't have to..." he said after a pause.

The janitor sighed, "Well," he said, patting JD's bruised shoulder again, "I guess I'll go now."

"Alright," JD agreed, "See ya then..."

"Yeah," the janitor said, "See ya." The janitor walked out of JD's room and JD released the breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding.

Was the janitor really trying to be nice to him? That man sure was conniving and sneaky... Either the janitor was actually trying to be friendly... or he knew that JD's arm was bruised and he patted it there on purpose, because he knew it would hurt him... He even did it twice... JD leaned forward and looked out into the hallway. The janitor stood there, leaning against the wall, with a mop propped up against the wall beside him, so he could appear to be working if any certain people walked by.

The janitor saw JD and smiled at him and waved. JD nervously smiled back. He sighed and leaned back in the bed. The janitor acting so friendly was scaring him even more than when he acted mean...

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I hope you liked this chapter. Feel free to leave me a review. I'd appreciate it. Should I write another chapter? Or just leave it at this?