Scrubs

My Ghost

Okay, I know what you're thinking. I abandoned you.

OH SNIZAP!

Think again. I've totally had to like, think about this story. I've had to bury two close family members in the past four months and I had to get my life into prospective, y'know? Yeah, you know. Ha! Okay, I think I'll get started now.

The joke in the last chapter was a "Hancock" joke. I can't believe no one got that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs.

Max squeezed her eyes shut. She opened them. Nope. This was actually happening.

She was staying at JD's place. Perry had kicked her out. Jordan really was dead.

She shook her head and sat her camera down on JD's kitchen counter.

"Welcome to my humble abode," JD said, grinning, walking past her. "What do you think?"

She tilted her head, strolling over towards the couch and plopping down. "I think it's small." She picked at her nails and looked at the floor. "I mean, it's only one bedroom. What's Samuel Perry Gilligan Dorian gonna do when he wants to spend the night at daddy's? Looks like the couch is gonna be taken for awhile."

JD laughed a little, sitting down next to her and clicking on the television. "He's one."

"Yeah, that's what they all say…"

Max had only thought this came off as silly. When JD grunted uncomfortable, she realized it just came off as sullen and downtrodden.

She sighed. "Crap."

"What?" JD asked. He'd started focusing on the television.

"Nothing," Max said. "Got any candy."

JD then pulled a big bag of candy out from under the cushion of the couch. "Always!"

"Salt water taffy?"

JD shuffled through the bag. "Nope."

"Good. I hate salt water taffy."

Max snatched the bag from JD's hands and pulled out a handful of sugary, tooth-rottening goodness.

"OW!" Max yelled. "You little butt-hole!" She picked up Sam's bowl of mashed peas and ham and threw it across the room.

"Max!" JD yelled.

"He scratched my nose!"

"He's one!"

"You're one…" she mumbled under her breath. She lightly touched her nose and looked at her finger. "Great. I'm bleeding."

She gave Sam the evil eye. Then she got up, grabbed her book bag and headed for the door. "I'll see you at the hospital later," she said to JD. "And I'll see you never, you little nose scratching bastard!"

With that, Max had opened the door and slammed it.

It was weird being in the hospital again that day. She hadn't been there for… a week.

She coughed. Max's whole body felt as though it would float away at any moment. She looked at her wrist and realized why. Her camera wasn't there.

As she wandered aimlessly through the hospital, she heard a gasp. A gasp that could only belong to one person. Elliot Reid.

Max sighed. This was about to be painful. Or just really annoying. "Lil Ben!" yelled Elliot. "I haven't seen you since the funeral! Where've you been!?!"

Max's eyes rolled, against her will. "Well, sulking mostly. Eating a lot of candy…" she chuckled, sarcastically. "Forgetting my camera… and throwing baby food clear across apartments. The usual."

Elliot's eyes widened. She got the idea. "Ooohhh…."

She turned slowly and walked off.

Max sat in the back of the cafeteria, headphones in her ears, her eyes closed, and her iPod on full blast. She usually frowned on this type of behavior. She usually called kids she saw doing this 'emo kids.' Which was an insult if you'd asked Max. But she didn't want to speak to anyone. And she wasn't going to. She just wanted to listen to Taking Back Sunday.

Without opening her eyes, she could feel someone was around her. She opened her eyes. Perry Cox was sitting right in front of her. She jumped. "Holy crap!" She turned down her iPod down low. "Don't freakin' do that!"

Perry rolled her eyes, apropreatly. "We need to talk."

Before she even knew what she was doing, Max turned up her music. She knew she wouldn't usually do this. There was something wrong… even she knew.

She saw Perry's lips moving. She didn't hear what he said though. "And it says you oh… You are so cool…" She mumbled, singing along with the song.

Perry's lips kept moving. Why wasn't he giving up? That was what she really wanted right then. She should have known better from Perry. "I just wanna break you down so badly…"

Perry's eyes rolled again, and he ripped the headphones out her ears and threw the iPod across the room. "We've got to talk."

"Perry, what do you think it feels like to be a ghost?"