This chapter is a little short, I know. But I was struggling with writers block on a different story and it followed me to this one. :sniff:.
Chapter numero tres
Dr. Cox blinked as he opened his eyes. The light was shining right in his face and it was annoying. He heard the mumbling of voices around him a suddenly a face appeared right in his.
"Jesus. . .!" Dr. Cox was startled and he struggled to pull himself into an upright position. J.D. pulled away and Dr. Cox saw everyone staring at him. "What the hell. . ." Dr. Cox rubbed the back of his neck.
Carla was about to make something up about what happened and why everyone was standing staring, but J.D. jumped in.
"We were throwing you a surprise birthday party and we jumped out and yelled surprise. . . but. . . well. . . you kind of fainted." J.D. explained. Dr. Cox looked confused for a moment until finally grasping the situation.
"Look, Cheryl. I don't ever telling you when my birthday was and if I even had one. . ."
"But everyone has a. . ." Elliot was about to argue, but Dr. Cox ignored her and continued.
"I repeat, I don't ever remember telling you – or anybody - about my birthday so I want to know what the hell this is all about." Dr. Cox arose from the couch crossing his arms immediately. J.D. was crushed. He had thought that Dr. Cox would like it and maybe appreciate him more.
"But I . . ." J.D. tried.
"I don't care what you think Newbie. Obviously since I didn't tell you about this I don't do birthdays. I swear you're as bad as Barbie sometimes. Now, I have patients to take care of and so do all of you idiot insults to medicine." Dr. Cox began to make his way to the door. Finally reaching it, he opened the door and was about to walk out when he heard J.D, whisper something. "What?" he turned.
"I said I got you a cake." He pointed to a beautiful cake resting unsteadily on an already broken table. Dr. Cox stared at it. I looked to be vanilla and if he was right it was his favorite kind. Ice cream cake.
"Well good for you Kathryn. You've just wasted an hour of everyone's time and made everyone suffer a loss in their paychecks. I hope you're happy about the extra hours they'll have to put in."
Dr. Cox turned and slammed the door hard. The loud noise shook the table and the cake fell to the floor upside down with a SPLAT. One by one, everybody filed out of the lounge saying sorry to J.D. – that it wasn't his fault. J.D. wasn't listening though. He just stared at the ruined cake on the floor.
Elliot and Turk were finally the last one's left and they approached J.D. carefully.
"Yo, man. You okay?" Turk asked a little worried. After getting no response, Elliot placed her hand on J.D.'s back.
"John? Everyone's gone now." She tried to search for his face. A tear rolled down J.D.'s cheek as he finally moved. He walked over to the cake and bent down. He stared at it some more until he finally grabbed a plate from the table and picked up a piece that hadn't touched the floor as much. Putting the piece on the plate he stood up, took a fork and walked out the door.
"J.D.?" Elliot called after him.
"What are you. . ." they heard coming from a patient's room down the hall. Elliot and Turk looked at each other.
"Uh oh." Turk said as they ran out of the room together.
I was considering stopping it there, but I might not. It's just a thought. If anyone out there is reading it. . . I want you to enjoy. REVIEW!
