Elliot's POV

It's finally here. Today's the day that Janitor gets to leave the hospital and go home! He just has to spend the next week or so resting and then he could come back to work. We can finally get rid of that creepy blonde guy of a janitor. He sees the world in a weird way. People throw icky cafeteria food at him and he just hums, sings, and cleans up the mess.

I finished Janitor's discharge summary with a smile.

"Hey, I heard the news!" Carla said, strolling by with a folder in her hands. "Janitor's being released today!"

"I know, and I'm excited!" I said gleefully as I signed my name and dotted the i's in my name. "J.D. and I decided to take him out for lunch later today!"

"Where to?" asked Carla.

"We haven't decided, yet." I replied. "I want to go somewhere Italian, but J.D. wants Japanese. I don't think Janitor likes Japanese food."

"Sushi wasabi!" J.D. yelled as he made his entrance.

"J.D.! For the last time, we are not going out for Japanese!" I said in that fast way I say things when I'm irritated.

"Awww..." J.D. moaned sadly. "I was really in the mood for some teriyaki chicken!"

"How about we go this weekend?" Turk asked. He had just come back from yet another surgery. "I'm sure Carla would love to go with us!"

"No way!" Carla said. "Not after what happened last time!"

"Huh. What did happen last time?" I asked out of curiousity.

"J.D. and Turk stuck chopsticks in their noses, trying to be walruses, and one got jammed up J.D.'s nose, so we had to rush him over here." Carla explained.

"I don't remember that happening," I said, trying to remember where I was at the time.

"It was when you were in Germany that one week," Carla pointed out.

"Oh," I said with a smile. I had a very good time in Germany! "Die Sehenswürdigkeiten waren erstaunlich, und das Essen war gut!" (The sights were amazing and the food was good.)

"Why is it that she yells every time she speaks German?" J.D. asked, covering his ears.

Everyone else just looked at me cluelessly. I smiled and walked off. I love stumping people like that. I happily sauntered over to Janitor's room, where I found him sitting on his bed, lacing up his boots. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey there!" he said. Surprisingly, he wasn't in his uniform. He wore jeans, a white t-shirt, and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I guess one of his Brain Trust guys went to his house and got him some clothes. It was weird seeing him in something other than his uniform. He looked very nice. I felt my face getting hot.

"So, how are you feeling?" I asked, trying to ignore the warm feeling in my face.

"Good, just a little tired." Janitor replied. "I'm just happy I finally get to leave this hell hole!"

I nodded. "I don't blame you for that." I agreed. This place is a hell hole. I spend most of my time here and barely any time at home. At least I have more free time now than I did when I was an intern. I handed him the paper in my hand. "Here is the discharge summary. You're not to return to work until the Monday after this coming one, take all your medications, drink plenty of water, get lots of rest, and try to avoid driving or using heavy machinery until you come back to work!"

Janitor grinned, folded the paper, and put it in his pocket. "I'll be sure to do that." he said cheerfully.

I continued to grin like a Jack-o-Lantern. Carla came in with a wheelchair, with J.D. trailing behind her. He was going to borrow Turk's car so we could drive Janitor home. J.D. was off today, but I was just barely finishing my shift. I've already working 13 and a half hours today, helping out other patients and preparing for Janitor's release.

"Are you ready to go, Janitor?" asked Carla.

"Why do I have to leave in a wheelchair?" Janitor asked. "I can walk!"

"It's so that no one falls when leaving the hospital and they don't sue this hospital!" Dr. Kelso said as he walked in. He put his hands behind his back. "Now Janitor, I've made arrangements for your raise and it will take effect once you start working again."

"What about my massage chair?" Janitor asked as he sat down in the wheelchair.

"I've already ordered it and it's been delivered to your house." Dr. Kelso replied.

"Nice!" said Janitor.

Kelso walked out, grumbling. "Most expensive cake I've ever bought." he said under his breath. I had to laugh at that one. It cost him not only the cake, but a raise, reverting back to the old, more expensive cleaners, and one thousand dollar massage chair.

"Let's go!" I said.

Carla began to push Janitor while J.D. and I followed behind them. A lot of the doctors and nurses all saw Janitor and cheered.

"Alright, Janitor!" said The Todd. He held out his hand for a five and Janitor held out his hand in return, only to have it slammed by Todd's hand.

"Way to go, Janitor!" said Doug, clapping with a cherry sucker in his hand.

"Congratulations, Janitor!" said Patrick Harris O'Neill as he leaned on a push broom.

"Doesn't it bug you that once Janitor gets back, you're outta here?" J.D. asked him.

"That's okay," Patrick said fondly. "There will be another job for me out there. I've already got one lined up! I got a job as a bartender at the Free Clinic! I start in two weeks when the other guy's two week notice is up!"

We just ignored him and continued to walk out the doors and down the ramp to Turk's blue Mini Cooper which was parked in the nearest parking space. J.D. unlocked it and opened the passenger door. Janitor slid out of the chair and into the seat. I folded the wheelchair and started to walk it back.

"Listen, J.D., take Janitor to his house. I'll meet you guys there so we can go to Il Fumo di Oliva!" I said. "Just let me change out of my Scrubs and get my stuff together!"

"Okay, Elliot!" J.D. called, revving up the engine and speeding off. I could tell J.D. was nervous to drive Janitor home, but Janitor was always nice to me. He won't bother J.D.

I don't speak German. I'd like to. I got the German dialogue off of Google Translator. Which I do not own!