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A/N: Wow, your reviews have been so wonderful and encouraging.  I can't thank you enough.  Keep 'em coming because they really do encourage me to write more.  Here is Turk's chapter and I hope you enjoy.  Does anybody know if our favorite janitor has a name?

I'm No Superman:  Turk

It was evening by the time Turk made it into JD's room.  He fell into the chair by the bed with a sigh.  "Dude, you gotta stop spending so much time here.  I mean, you work here, then you had your appendix out here, and now this?  What's wrong with you, man?

            "Sorry it took me so long to get here.  I had some surgical consults and a triple by-pass to sit in on.  Then I went over to St. Andrew's.  I know you're not real religious, but I lit a candle for you; said a few Hail Marys and Our Fathers.  I talked with Father Mike and he told me he'd say a few prayers for you.  And, don't get pissy, but I'm putting my rosary here for now.  I expect you to give it back.

            "All right, I don't want to make this any harder on you, but if you don't get up and out of that bed I'll kick your ass.  I mean it.  I'll kick your ass from here back to residency.  Look, I'm gonna be honest with you:  you're freakin' me out.  This isn't you.  You're always so alive."

Turk shook his head.  "JD, you're my best friend.  We've got drunk together, got each other out of jams, lived together, ate together—you're like the brother I never had.  C'mon, man, you've my real brother.  What am I gonna do if you don't get better?  What is Carla gonna do?  You gotta get well for her sake.  Or at least my sanity.  I asked her what she thought about doing a Shaft theme at the wedding and she went nuts!  I need your help."

            He got up and walked around the room.  "I am so glad it's just you and me in this room because I wouldn't be able to say this otherwise—I love you.  In a totally heterosexual, manly way!  But I love you.  And when I found out this happened, I didn't know what to do.  I had the girls to take care of and my work, but every time I started to not think about this, it came right back.

"When I got to St. Andrews, I cried.  I haven't cried since I was eleven and I broke my ankle.  Then I just talked to God.  'Please don't let him die.  Please make him better.  I know that you can do anything, God, so please heal JD because.'  You see, man, I know you're gonna wake up.  I just don't know if you're gonna be the JD I've known for, like, seven years.  Seven years.  Will you function enough to be a doctor?  Will you remember me?  Will your personality be the same?  See, this is the problem with being a doctor; I know all the crappy stuff.  Dude, ignorance is bliss and I could totally go for being stupid right now."

            Turk sat back down but he didn't quite know what to do.  He fidgeted a bit and did his best to avoid looking at JD.  "This is crazy.  Stuff like this isn't supposed to happen to us.  The worst thing that ever happened to you besides your appendicitis was when you got stung by that jellyfish during spring break.  Geez, I've never seen anybody freak out that much over a little jelly-filled sack.  You might as well have been stung by a bag of saline solution.  But when that happened, I could do something.  I could help you.  And now I can't do anything.

            "Listen, while you're unconscious, I just want to let you know that I cheated off you during our Chemistry 210 final.  Boy," he laughed nervously, "been wantin' to get that off my chest for awhile.

            "Look, I gotta go.  The girls and I are staying in the doctor's lounge tonight in case anything happens.  Anything good, that is.  Because nothing bad will happen.  We just want to be here when you wake up.  So I promised I'd go meet them there.  I wanted to see you first, though.  Y'know, make sure you knew I would kick your ass if you didn't get better.  Hey, what are friend for?

            He slowly pulled the Rosary out of his pocket and set it down on the nightstand.  "I promise when you get out of here we'll do more stuff together.  And not just pudding-eating contests and hitting golf balls off the roof.  We'll take Tod to a gay bar and see what happens, because that dude is totally over compensating.  But we'll take the girls, too.  I'm not showin' up at no gay bar without my woman right next to me.

            "Get better, man," Turk said, then adjusted the rosary and walked out the door.  He poked his head through, however, and added, "Because I will kick your ass if you don't."

            A few brains cells misfired in JD's head and the swelling was inhibiting the normal functions.  Nevertheless, a tiny electrical impulse made its way from one synapse to another and the still figure recalled a lecture on the reactivity of oxygen he had heard many years ago.  And although it would have been nearly imperceptible to anyone, his body seemed to relax just slightly, as though the random memory evoked the sensation of warmth and a feeling of peace.