Good day. First off, thank you Bells of Tomorrow, ChaoticPython, spartan08, Kati J, CheetahLiv, Shrink To Be, Don'tCallMeBones, and crazy4lyf, for your kind reviews of my previous chapter... There must be a lot of Scrubs fans on this site, as I've never gotten so many reviews on my stories under different categories. :)

I finished my two papers, so I went ahead and wrote up another chapter for you guys. It is a little longer than the others, but I couldn't stop myself... Enjoy:

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After a few hours of sitting, doing nothing, and being extremely bored, JD finally managed to fall asleep again. He wasn't really very tired, but it hurt to move, and there was really nothing to do except sleep.

When he woke up it was dark outside, and it was raining heavily again. He knew that it would be painful to try to stand and walk, but he also knew that the longer he stayed in bed, the harder it would be to start walking around again. Therefore, he decided to take a little walk around his room. He slowly stood, and walked very carefully across the room and looked out the window into the dark, rainy night.

His room was on the third floor, so he looked down at the cars parked in the parking lot. Dr. Cox's car was there, along with some others. That meant that Dr. Cox was working tonight, and JD was glad for it. Hopefully his mentor would visit him sometime, as he was incredibly bored. He continued to look out the window. The janitor's van was also parked in the lot. It's headlights were turned on, and shining brightly through the pouring rain. JD kept his eye on the janitor's van, but it didn't move. Was the janitor even out there? Perhaps he had left his headlights on by accident... JD thought.

He watched the stationary vehicle for a few more minutes, but it still did not show any sign of the janitor being inside. JD decided that he should go out and see if the janitor was there, and if he wasn't, he could turn the van's lights off for him. After all, though the janitor was scary beyond reason, he seemed to have been being nice to JD lately, and it was the least JD could do to return the favour.

Though JD's limbs felt stiff from lack of movement over the past 24 hours, his morphine drip was masking most of the pain that would have otherwise prevented him from walking. He slowly, dragging the morphine drip along with him, walked out into the hallway and made his way toward the elevator. It didn't take long, as the elevator was near his room. Nevertheless, JD felt unusually exhausted when he reached it. He stood near the elevator and waited a minute to catch his breath and then pressed the "down" button.

Within a few seconds the door opened and JD went inside pressing the button that would take the elevator to the ground floor. However, before the elevator made it that far, it stopped on the second floor. When the elevator door opened, Dr. Cox stood on the other side, looking aggravated when he saw JD.

"What are ya doing, Newbie?" Dr. Cox asked him, "Shouldn't you be upstairs in bed, getting your beauty sleep?"

"I'm just taking a little walk," JD lied, not wanting to tell Dr. Cox that he was looking for the janitor. He had noticed that Dr. Cox was very angry with the janitor, and he knew that his mentor would be angry to know that JD was trying to do him a favour.

"You're talking a walk in an elevator?" Dr. Cox asked, raising his eyebrows.

JD looked down for a moment and then back up into Dr. Cox's eyes, "Yeah," he said simply, "To get to a different floor..."

"Are ya sure you're feeling well enough to be doing that, Mulan?" Dr. Cox asked

"I'm fine," JD protested.

"Alright," Dr. Cox said as the elevator door opened, "just don't tire yourself out too much," he advised, "It might be fun getting away from your room, but it could prove to be a re-heal bitch getting back."

"I can handle it," JD said, walking in the opposite direction as Cox. He walked toward the exit and out into the parking lot.

He had forgotten that it was raining, and he still didn't have an umbrella, but he began to walk across the parking lot towards the janitor's van anyway. He wouldn't be out there for very long; just long enough to turn off the van's lights. Being outside in the rain and darkness, in roughly the same place where he was attacked just the previous day was making him feel a little bit uneasy.

Each time he heard any sort of small noise he was startled, and would turn around and squint into the darkness, but he saw nothing unusual. In fact, it seemed that there was no one at all in the parking lot. Only cars, and the janitor's van with it's brights turned on.

When he was almost up to the van, he heard what he thought was footsteps behind him. He spun around a bit too quickly, causing his ribs to burn with an intense pain. He gasped at his own error and the pain it had caused, "Janitor?" he winced, but there was no one there. JD was beginning to regret having come out here all alone. He should have told Dr. Cox to come with him. But then he would have only proven Dr. Cox right. It really was going to be a difficult trip back up to his room.

He walked up to the van and peered into the window, but no one was sitting in the driver's seat, or the passenger seat. JD looked around the parking lot again. Why would the janitor leave his van with the lights on like that? Surely he would have noticed...

"Janitor?" JD yelled, "are you out here?"

There came no answer, so JD pulled the van's door open, and with much difficulty, climbed up into the seat. He searched for the switch to turn the headlights off. As soon as the found it, and turned off the lights, he gasped as someone from the back seat reached up and grabbed his wrist.

JD turned to see who had grabbed him. At first he didn't believe his eyes. He blinked and stared into the darkness, barely making out the facial features of the man who had beaten him up in the alley the previous day. JD pulled his arm away and stumbled out of the van, tripping and falling on his hands and knees in the process, and wincing at the pain that shot through his body as a result.

Instantly the man had crawled into the driver's seat and had followed JD, more gracefully, out of the van.

JD didn't even try to get up off of the pavement. He was extremely frightened, and was feeling a lot more pain than previously. The morphine drip had been pulled out of his hand when he fell out of the van, and had fallen over in the parking lot.

"What do you want?" JD asked, his voice clearly showing his fear.

"What the hell?" the man yelled at him, "You tattled on me? To a janitor?"

JD continued to look up at the man who stood over him. He gasped as the man bent down and dragged JD to his feet. He roughly pushed JD against the side of the van, making him cry out in pain.

"I didn't mean to tell him," JD explained, breathing rapidly, "what were you doing in the back of his van?" he asked, forgetting how scared he was, and noticing that he was suddenly concerned about the safety of the janitor.

"Look at me!" the man yelled at JD, shaking him, "see this bruise on my face? That jerk punched me out, and put me in the back of his van. When I came to, I was in his van, here, at the hospital. I don't know where the hell he went. He's going to get in trouble for this though," the man yelled, shaking JD again, roughly, causing him to wince again, as the morphine was wearing off, and his entire body started to feel all of the injuries that had previously been hidden under the dose of morphine.

"Get in trouble for what?" JD asked, sarcastically, ignoring the fact that a huge angry man had him pinned against the side of a van, and the man just so happened to be the same guy who beat him up horribly and broke his arm just the day before.

"For hitting me," the man explained, "and they could probably get him on kidnapping too."

JD laughed, even though he was in excruciating pain, "You going to talk to the cops?" he asked, still breathing irregularly, "won't that kind of get you in trouble too?" JD didn't know why he was provoking the man, but he couldn't stop, "you go ahead though. Go tell on him."

The man scowled at JD and hit him hard, knocking him back on the ground, "No, I won't go to the cops," he said, "but this isn't over."

The man ran off into the darkness, leaving JD laying on the ground, for the second time. JD breathed in and out, slowly. He crawled over to the morphine drip which lay on the ground nearby. He painfully forced himself to stand and then went over and closed the door of the janitor's van, so the battery wouldn't die, and because it was raining still, getting the driver's seat wet.

He sighed and looked at how far the entrance to the hospital seemed to be. He then looked down at the morphine drip. Perhaps he could put it back in... it was all dirty though, and he knew he shouldn't risk it. He sighed and limped toward the hospital, dragging the muddy morphine drip along with him. When he was almost there, he screamed as he, again, felt someone grab his wrist. He painfully spun around, shaking off whomever had grabbed him, "Get off of me!" he yelled, before he could see who was behind him.

When he could see who had approached him, he learned that it was the janitor, "What are you doing out here?" the janitor asked, looking him up and down, and looking quite confused.

"That guy," JD began, breathing rapidly and painfully, "the one you had in the back of your van... He ran off. You're going to need to find him again."

The janitor spun around looking in the direction of his van, "which way did he go?" he asked.

JD simply pointed in the direction in which the man had run off.

"Where did you go anyway?" JD asked, leaning against the Sacred Heart building and looking up at the janitor.

"I had to go get some supplies," the janitor answered, looking off in the direction that JD had pointed to.

JD looked at the janitor, with a look of confusion on his face. Supplies? What was the janitor going to do? JD wondered. He thought it would be best not to ask though.

The janitor wanted to run off and search for the man. He couldn't have gotten far, but he hesitated, looking at JD who was leaning heavily against the wall, and was breathing very rapidly. The young doctor had a look in his eyes that indicated that he was completely frightened, and in a lot of pain.

"Did that guy beat you up again?" the janitor asked angrily, "why were you even out here?"

"I was going to turn off your lights. I thought you left them on by mistake," JD said, with nervousness and pain in his voice, "I didn't know you had a crazy man in the back of your van..."

The janitor sighed, "Are you going to be able to make it back inside?" he asked, looking down at JD, who was slowly sliding further down the wall as they spoke.

JD, after a moment of silence, was now sitting on the ground, but still leaning against the wall, "I'm just going to sit here for a minute," he told the janitor, who looked down at him with a concerned look.

The janitor knelt down next to JD and looked at him, as JD nervously leaned further against the wall, "I think you need to get inside," the janitor suggested.

JD sighed, "I guess so," he said, trying to pull himself up from his sitting position, but finding that his ribs hurt horribly when he tried to stand. The janitor stood, and held his hand out to JD, as JD looked skeptically at it.

"Come on," the janitor said, "I'll help you up."

JD continued to look skeptical, and shook his head, "No way," he argued, "you already did this trick. I'm not falling for it again. You're going to pull me up half way and then let go. Don't think I forgot about the last time."

The janitor sighed, and quickly reached out and grabbed JD's hand, as the doctor gasped. The janitor quickly pulled him to his feet. He held onto JD's arm as they slowly made their way back into the hospital. A few times within their short trip, JD seemed to try to pull away from the janitor, but he kept ahold of the younger man's arm, as during the times when JD was not trying to get away from him, the janitor could tell that he was leaning against the janitor's grasp for support.

Dr. Cox would surely blame him for all of this, but hopefully JD would be able to convince him otherwise. Anyway, the janitor knew the man's name now, and he would definitely stop at nothing to find him again.

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Ha ha... Dr. Cox sure knows his Disney Princesses... (If you haven't noticed, all of the girls names he's been calling JD are Disney Princesses... I don't have a problem...)

It was a bit longer than usual, but hopefully I didn't bore you too much. :) I hope you liked it. Please feel free to leave me a review, and I'll try to update soon. :)