And I'm back. Hope you're liking this completely AU and frankly creepy look at Scrubs! Things will be explained shortly, but so far you just have to go on what was said in the very first chapter, with the tape recording. Anyhoo, onwards. Enjoy! xxxNTxxx

Miss Hatchet hissed one more time, bearing her teeth like an animal and edging slightly further towards the end of the bed, where JD was shakily staring at the sight before him. The dead nurse was bleeding out, being guarded by the inhuman figure like a lion would with its kill. JD blinked a couple of times, hoping that he was just stuck in a terrible day dream, but when after the fifteenth blink, nothing changed, he gulped and dropped the chart so that it hit his toe painfully. The noise it made caused Rochelle to smile further and lick her teeth. JD moved backwards, eyes darting at the door that was open; yet no one had decided to look in and check up on the patient.

"I know what you're thinking," Rochelle suddenly spoke, her voice angelic yet still the same as ever. "You're going to try to run."

"You... talk?" JD found himself asking, because this was the first thing every man should ask a flesh eating creature, right? He cursed on the inside and glanced at the door again, praying for someone to notice.

"You keep looking at the door, why?" Rochelle whispered, still in a hunting stature. "I know why. You want to run away and pretend you never saw any of this. Stupid human."

JD gulped. He no longer found the will to speak. He couldn't keep his eyes from darting between her, the nurse and the door. Over and over again. Like he was stuck on reply. Or a broken DVD, scratched sensitive so that it could only play the same moment over and over. He felt like time was slowed down. Rochelle was wheezing a laugh now. The room was so still.

And the JD decided; to hell with this! He was going to be brave! He was going to do the right thing! And no, he was not going to run away. But he would be the hero. He took a deep breath and bolted towards the door – the sudden movement angered Rochelle and she launched herself from the bed by powerful upper body strength just as he slammed the door shut on himself. In his mind, he hoped to God that no one else would get killed, so as he was grabbed from behind and wrenched across the room, he was glad that he had shut the door so that she wouldn't think to go out and kill anyone else and wasn't bothered by his own fate.

He hit his head on the bed as he landed, and realized that perhaps she would kill again, and that her next victim would be his very good self. Dude, he thought to himself, why do you have to be so nice? He could've easily let her loose and ran away, selfishly kept himself safe whilst she destroyed the people who were already practically dead in here anyway... but no, he had chosen to protect, and as she loomed over him now, that smiled still painted on, the blood still dribbling from the corner of his mouth, he was actually pretty much pleased with his heroicness.

"Wrong move, doctor," She giggled, like a child, so that it echoed around his head in some kind of nightmarish way. It kind of made him think about all those little girls in horror films who are really evil and scary, which then made him day dream a little bit about how some characters survive in horror movies. Usually, when the main character is in a bit of a pickle, he would have a huge brain wave that would save him, like stabbing the monster in the heart with a dinner knife, or locking the monster in a cupboard as a head-start to get away and then think of a brilliant plan later.

"That's it!" He grinned.

"What?" Rochelle actually frowned, which was a great distraction for a couple of seconds whilst JD moved his feet up and fired them both into her stomach as hard as he could so that she fell backwards, now stood outside the toilet that comes with every room. She shook her head, disorientated, enough for JD to push her again and close the door on her. He heard her fall back with a bang, and he held the door shut when she tried to push it open again.

"Now what, genius?" He whispered to himself, knowing that he would eventually tire and have to let go. He used his foot to open the main door and look out onto the corridor. He saw the Janitor mopping a floor with his cart at his side. When JD zoomed in his vision, he saw the tool box on the cart. "Hey, hey Janitor!"

The Janitor stood, back to him, and visibly exhaled before turning around to face his enemy. "What?"

"Could you pass me that tool box?" JD yelled, almost letting go of the toilet door as Rochelle slammed into the other side again.

"Why don't you get it yourself?" The Janitor glared at him. "I'm not your donkey."

"I'm... a bit occupied at the moment!" JD spat as the door was nearly knocked open again. This was too much! "Please, just please pass me it!"

"Why do you even want my tool box?" The Janitor quizzed, finding this random moment incredibly amusing and different to his usually day-to-day experiences. He leaned against his mop and smirked.

"Okay, God's honest truth?" JD scowled, and a couple of doctors that were passing by glanced at him but continued on their way anyway. "There's a monster in the toilet! And if I let go of the door, she's gonna get out and kill a bunch of people, and there's already a dead nurse in here, so I want your tool box so that I can see if there are anything I could use in there to fuse the door shut and keep her away!"

"You're telling me," The Janitor moved forward now, dragging the mop cart along with him and then standing in the doorway. "That there is a female monster trapped in there?"

"Why else would the door be jiggling so much?" JD spluttered. "Please, just forget about how much you hate me and do something good for once!"

"That hurt me deep," The Janitor sighed. "But, I do love a good challenge, so I'll believe you."

"Really?" JD laughed manically. "Well, great! Erm, but I don't know how to use any DIY tools and stuff, I wouldn't know where to start."

"Come here," The Janitor leaned against the toilet door as well and removed JD, so that they had swapped places, and then grabbed his tool box. "Hey, there really is something in there! I can hear it scratching."

"I wasn't lying," JD frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna mould the door shut." The Janitor raised his eyebrows twice with a wicked smile. "You go tell the CIA or something! Call the president!"

"O...kay." JD stared at the Janitor. "And you've got this covered?"

"Well, it's better than standing around mopping clean floors, right?"

JD laughed, unbelieving, turned and ran down the corridor. He needed to find Dr Cox and tell him everything! Maybe they'd have to quarantine the building? Or better yet, evacuate and nuke the place. All of the movie-ending possibilities were crowding his head as he charged about the hospital in a desperate attempt to find the real hero of the establishment. He finally found the man he was after in the ICU, writing on a chart and glancing at his patient.

"Dr Cox!" JD gasped, breathless from the running.

"What is it, Julia?" Dr Cox didn't look up from his work, merely groaned with some contempt.

"There's a monster in the hospital."

"Oh, puh-lease!" Dr Cox now snapped his head up, putting the chart under his arm and folding them after touching his nose, the classic 'I'm pissed now' sequence. "Frankly, I'm getting sick and tired of you and Ghandi's pathetic girlish games – I mean for God's sake, you're a freakin' doctor! And, hopefully, although I-could-be-wrong-so-don't-quote-me-on-it you're also an adult, now. There had got to be a line to draw around here when it comes to you and your damn fantasies. And don't be dragging me down to your level, that's a bad Newbie!"

JD shook his head vigorously and pointed in the direction of his patients room in case that might somehow help the situation. "No, seriously! There's a monster – it could be a vampire – in the hospital, and she's eating nurses and scratching on doors and-"

"Wa-wa-wa-wait." Dr Cox swished his hands back and forth as to express himself. "Skip back a couple there. She?"

"Yeah, it's my patient Miss Hatchet." JD frowned. "Anyway, the Janitor's holding her in the toilet but I don't think he can last that long, so I was thinking-"

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to stop you again, there, dearest..." Dr Cox pinched the bridge of his nose. "You expect me to believe that there is a vampire in the building, and that it's a she, and that it's eating the nurses and that the Janitor is holding it in a toilet?"

"Well it might not be a vampire, and it ate one bit of one nurse, and the Janitor is gonna weld the door shut." JD nodded. "But basically, yeah."

"Oh dear God." Dr Cox looked to the ceiling before proceeding into his reasoning. "Okay. Number one – and this is quite important so listen up, Precious. The Janitor is a crazy man. He might believe that whatever poor sucker of a patient got locked in the toilet is a vampire slash monster, and he might be just darn insane enough to be humouring you. So why the hell should I believe this drivel? And secondly, get back to work you incompetent, snivelling, terrible excuse for a doctor. Do I make myself clear or does it need re-iterating?"

"I suppose not," JD turned on the spot, then back again, with a finger in there. "One point though, there really is a monster in that room. Can't you just come and see, please?"

Dr Cox sighed and shrugged, throwing the chart into its holder on the patient's bed and put his hands behind his head. "Go on then, Newbie. Lead the way."