Elliot was waiting for the Janitor to show up, and obsessively going over everything that could have possibly gone wrong in her head. Maybe I told him the wrong restaurant, or he got lost, or he DROVE OVER THE SIDE OF A CLIFF, or he ditched me… I bet he ditched me… The Janitor arrived, perfectly on time, and walked over to her table.

"Hey Blond- Elliot." He said.

"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you not wearing your uniform." Instead he was wearing a flannel shirt and old blue jeans. "You kind of look like a lumberjack."

"Thanks!" replied the Janitor (who honestly likes lumberjacks.) "How much were you obsessing about weather or not I was going to show up?"

"Only a little… Or a lot. How did you know?"

"'Cause I'm a winner." Elliot laughed, he knows me so well! I think this is going to go good.


Elliot walked to the cafeteria table and sat with Carla and Turk. She sighed and leaned her head against the table.

"You okay, Elliot?" Carla asked.

"I don't know. I feel like crap, and I want to puke. I actually WANT to puke." Elliot folded her arms around her head.

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private." Carla asked her.

"Baby, you can talk about this stuff in front of me." Turk said. Carla gave him a 'sure I can' look.

"I don't wanna move…" Elliot said, but got up anyway. Carla half-dragged her to the bathroom, and after a quick check to make sure they were alone, went into nagging mode.

"Did you sleep with the Janitor?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"WHAT? Carla you know I am four-date Reid! Four!" Carla glared at her for twenty seconds. "Okay! Fine, I did…" Elliot said, blowing hair out of her eyes.

"Don't you think there's a possibility you might have gotten 'something' from him?" Elliot glared at her.

"No, Carla. I'm a doctor, I know all the symptoms of an STD. This is more like a stomach flu."

"How so?" Carla asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Well, I've been nauseous all day, I'm tired, bloated, and I want to curl up in the fetal position and eat chocolate until I hurl." Carla's eyes widened.

"That doesn't sound like an STD…"

"I know."

"That sounds like you're pregnant." Elliot's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Unconsciously, she put one hand over her stomach.

"Pregnant?" She squeaked, "I'm PREGNANT?!" Carla tried to calm her down by hugging her and making shh-ing noises.

"Calm down, you might not be." She said. "We don't know for sure. When's your period?"

"Tomorrow…" Elliot said.

"Then why are you worrying?" She hugged Elliot again. I really hope it is the flu, for the sake of everyone else in this hospital.


I was in my room for the last day, visiting with Dan.

"Give me the fork!" I screamed at him.

"Not on your life!" Dan yelled back, laughing manically, holding the silverware over his head.

"Dan! My arm itches! I need the fork!" Dan cackled and ran for the door, but stopped when Dr Kelso barged in. He glared at us, then spoke in his most pissed off voice.

"This is a hospital." We both quieted down. "Shut the hell up, or I'm going to cut off your pain meds." He grabbed the fork from Dan, then turned around and walked out.

"He scares me." Dan said, sitting back down next to my bed. You and me both, I thought, scratching the outside of my cast. It didn't help.

"My stupid arm is driving me crazy! Get me another fork!"

"Nah…" Dan said, leaning back in his chair. Carla suddenly ran in.

"JD, I need to talk to you!"

"Doesn't anyone knock anymore?" Carla just seemed to notice that Dan was in the room.

"Beat it." She said to him. Oh no, she's shaking…this must mean good gossip. Dan didn't move for a minute, then he noticed the crazy gleam in Carla's eye.

"Almost late for clown duty!" He said, jumping up. Carla closed the door behind him, and walked over to me.

"JD, I have a secret, and if I don't tell someone I'm going to explode." She said.

"Why me?" I asked, pretending I didn't want to know.

"Please! You're the only person I trust besides Turk, and he won't listen to my gossip anymore."

"Fine…" I gave a dramatic sigh, "tell me then."

"Elliot's pregnant." What? WHAT?

"WHAT?" Carla smiled, and looked terrified, all at the same time. I wonder what pregnant Elliot would be like?

(--)

It's so scary I can't even imagine it…

"Who's' is it?"

"The Janitor's" So this is what the apocalypse feels like.