You feel sorry for Elliot much? Well now feel sorry for the Janitor! He knows nothing about that night in this chapter, but you can betcha the rest of the hospital does! Elliot had to tell somebody and it had to be Carla... JD had to tell somebody and it had to be Turk... and then Laverne found out... and I think you can pretty much guess the rest. Off we go, enjoy! xxxNTxxx


Day 55 – The Janitor

Walking into work that day felt so strange compared to the usual – people were staring. The Janitor tried to shake it off, but it seemed too weird to pass up. He attempted a smile but that didn't work, so he growled at them instead but most of them just laughed and walked away. What the hell was happening? Blonde Doctor was sneaking around behind him, holding his hand but also hiding behind his back and squeaking at anyone who tried to speak with her. The Janitor squeezed her hand and pulled her to one side.

"Okay, what's going on?" He demanded, using his tough-guy voice. The one he always used on Scooter.

"Nothing!" She screeched. "Just because I'm a little jumpy today and everyone's staring at us doesn't mean that I have any idea what's going on, 'cos I'm not a mind reader, Shane, I just, I can't, I don't know what's happening but I think I'm hyper-ventilating so could you be a sweetie and pass me a bag before I die?"

"You need to learn to breathe when you're talking." He muttered irritably as he patted her back and helped her get back into steady breathing. "You can see why I might've assumed."

"No... I .. can't... actually..." She gasped, taking deep breaths between words and doubling over. "I need to cough."

After giving out a manly noise from her throat, she stood up straight and shrugged at him.

"You're not going to explain?" He frowned. "I'm not an idiot, I know there's something going on here."

"There isn't anything going on!" Blonde Doctor shouted at him, making his heart fall from a dizzying height. "Why can't you just leave it alone?" She stormed away, flicking her hair back and huffing in that typical way and almost crashing into Dr Cox on his way towards the waiting room. The older man was obviously on his way to a new patient, but managed to find time to stop, grin, touch his nose and fold his arms with a menacing look towards the Janitor.

"S'up with you?" The Janitor asked, really confused now.

"Your humiliation fuels me." Dr Cox smirked. "It fills me with such great pleasures that I simply cannot contain my delight any longer; I have to share it with the world and right now I am ve-hery eager to give my opinion on this tasty morsel. May I?"

"Do you wanna give me a reason first?" The Janitor asked.

"Oh m-y-y...!" Dr Cox laughed. "You don't even know why every sorry-ass gossip is running around telling everyone about your down-right humiliation because, and here's the kicker, you don't even know what that embarrassment is! Now that's... well, embarrassing. Don't ya think?"

"You mind getting outta my face?" The Janitor raised an eyebrow, and his hand, a reminder of the last time their paths crossed. Dr Cox grabbed his wrist, grunted and then threw it down so he could march off to the direction behind them. The Janitor didn't watch after him, but looked into the air as if the answer to all of this madness would just pop out of nowhere and smack him in the head.

And then, Scooter came into the hospital wearing his back-pack and looking raring to go – until he spotted the aggressively annoyed Janitor and widened his eyes, apparently getting ready to make a break for it. The Janitor calmly walked towards his foe, hands in pockets, tongue in cheek. Maybe this guy would know what all the fuss was about.

"You know what people have been saying about me round here?" He cleared his throat and loomed over Scooter with a murderous glint in his eye.

"Jeez, I don't know everything!" Scooter replied, reacting in much the same way as Blonde Doctor had – speaking very fast and without taking a breath. "Just because I work here doesn't mean I understand everything that goes on everyday in every room! Come on, I just got here! Leave me alone for once in your miserable life! Stop bullying me, I'll call the police..." Only he managed to trail off, scared of what the Janitor might do it him.

"Okay." The Janitor pursed his lips. "You can go. You've kinda given me most of what I needed to conclude, now off ye trot."

"Sure..." Scooter narrowed his eyes and ran away awkwardly. The Janitor sighed, put his head in his hands and collapsed onto a nearby chair next to a sweet old lady. She smiled at him and poked his arm.

"What's wrong with you, dearest?"

"What?" He looked up at her and rolled his eyes. "Nothin'. Just working things out..."

"Something to do with that blonde girly and the girly man?" The lady asked politely, so that it was almost impossible to tell her to shove it and mind her own business.

"Yeah..." The Janitor sighed. "I think... I think that... well I think two things, but I could be wrong. First thing, she's my girlfriend and I think she might be going... off... me. And Scooter-chops knows 'cos they share everything and now everyone's acting weird because she's gonna break up with me. But I... love... spending time with her."

"Go on." The lady nodded, ignoring his inclination to feelings.

"The other thing I can think of is that Scooter still likes her and they've talked about it, and know she's confused? I don't know. I just want it to stop."

"Well you know the only thing that gets answers around here?" She asked him. "Straight forward questions! Don't dance around the matter, just grab it be the giblets."

"Sweet terminology, really," The Janitor winced. "But I do think you're right, so I'm just gonna ask someone who's inclined to telling the truth. Uh, hey, you!" He shouted, waving viciously as Nice Nurse and Black Doctor as they were about to kiss each other.

"Word up, Dude." Black Doctor nodded as the Janitor came over to them. "What's so important that it means I miss my baby's kissy time?"

"I need to ask you something," He turned his attention to Nice Nurse. The other guy to annoyed him as much as Scooter did. "There's something bugging me..."

"Oh, right." Nice Nurse elbowed Black Doctor into a straighter stance and smiled sweetly.

"Yeah... just wondering, why everyone's acting so weird around me." He shrugged.

"What d'ya mean?" Black Surgeon's lips tightened and he looked like he was going to laugh or dance... the Janitor couldn't decide which...

"People are laughing at me and them who aren't are pulling... yeah, that face!" He pointed at Nice Nurse who up until that point had been flashing him the sad eyes and biting on her bottom lip. Now, she straightened up like her husband and shook her head.

"There's nothing wrong with my face," She tried to pull herself into 'street-mode'. "You talk that talk again and I might have to show you a thing or two..."

"I'm not scared of you. Much." The Janitor frowned. "Okay, I got another question. Is Blonde Doctor going off me – before you answer, I just wanna say that I don't mind if she doesn't like me anymore I just want her to know how I feel before she makes her mind up."

"That's, like, uh... dude." Black Doctor lowered his head. "That's cool, man."

"I can understand that too," Nice Nurse agreed. "We think you make a great couple. But maybe you should go ask Elliot before you make assumptions like that, huh? Only she can tell you if something's bothering her, we have no right to say a word."

"It's true, mop-man."

"Huh..." So there is something up with Blonde Doctor; I knew it. She's going to break up with me. Ah well, I best get it over and done with and find out why she's acting so jumpy. And why only Scooter knows what's happening...

Oh no... what's he gonna do when Elliot tells him about herand JD's little kiss? Or will she actually tell him? And what will become of JD after all this...? Please review. x