The pale-faced walls of Sacred Heart hospital looked morbidly depressed, and made all those passing through them the same. Bodies drifted around the halls of the wards; both alive and deceased, yet with the same will to get to their destination. How anyone could work in these conditions was unbelievable, yet by some strange wonder, they did.

J.D leaned cautiously around the corner. He knew he was late for rounds, and could blatantly see the other, more fragile, interns hung on Dr Kelso's every word. They had collected themselves around the feet of Mrs Gorman and vacantly stared into her face like soulless guppy fish. J.D stood there pondering to himself casually, as he often did, when Elliot materialised behind him.

"Hey J.D," she chirruped, "Are we late for rounds again?" J.D revolved his head and addressed her, "Yup."

"Frick it!" she splurted.

"Chill out, E" J.D said smoothly, "All we have to do is wait till Doug gets asked a question and then we just slide our way to the back of the crowd and look very interested. Okay?" Elliot vigorously nodded her head and then snapped her focus to the group of doctors. Then the magic words drifted out of Kelso's mouth…

"Doctor Murphy, what do you make of Mrs Gorman's condition?"

Doug froze in fear, each muscle in his body tightened with considerable terror as the possibilities of wrong answers flushed into his mind. First he thought of oranges, then apples to keep the oranges company, then of trees, then of Yogi Bear and his snazzy fashion sense. All these thoughts scrambled up in his brain, and then out his mouth Doug mumbled in a quite confused manner, "Or…a…y…fleh?"

"Quick!" J.D signalled to Elliot, "He's said 'Fleh' let's go!"

The two doctors charged full pelt down the small space that separated them from the rest of the interns. Several other doctors crossing the path of Elliot and J.D were floored as the two doctors flung themselves into the crowd of interns. Medical gear scattered into the air like sterilised rain and fell all about the dazed doctors. They brushed off the equipment, yet as the dank smell of Doug's sweat carried itself into their nostrils, a stern figure manoeuvred into their path.

"Mornin' there Barbie, and looky here it's Barbie's new playmate, Krissy."

The two doctors froze instantaneously. Doctor Cox stood with his sinewy arms neatly woven around one another. His face beamed a malevolent grin that meant one thing to J.D, 'Oh crap'.

"Aaaaand just where do ya think you're off to, eh?" Cox chewed at them. J.D and Elliot slowly sank into the floor as Dr Cox began berating them for once again no reason; all the while J.D retreated to his 'happy place'.

J.D had always thought in time of need, the Fonz from 'Happy Days' would come to his rescue, just like as if out of nowhere. He would saddle up beside him and in that cool way that he did, and stand up for what was right, and if that involved many pretty women, then he would go beyond the call of duty to ensure their safety. Damn reality.

"Fonzie, where are you when I need you?" he mumbled to himself.

"Excuse me Sheila, but I'm not quite done here!" remarked Dr Cox and he whistled sharply, so sharply in fact, that it felt like vigorously cleaning your ears with a brillo pad. "Why don't you little girl scouts skip on down to the ICU and check out Ms Reynolds for me, would ya?" he pushed his clipboard into J.D and barged past him, almost flooring him.

Just as Dr Cox had nearly made it around the corner, Dr Kelso decided to strike, like a balding cobra.

"Perry!" he sarcastically beamed, "I've got a little job for you…"

"No can do Bob-o," huffed Dr Cox, "I'm too busy trying to avoid your sinful look, and by gosh, I'm sure I can feel it burning a bald patch similar to yours on the back of my head. And really, I seriously don't have the time to become one of your sadistic, Bob-esque minions at the mo, but be sure to offer me again later just so I can see your wrinkly old face just smush together when I tell you, you can stick it up your ass."

Kelso paced over towards Dr Cox. Oh God I can't bare to watch! Thought J.D, But then again… He imagined it like some sort of wildlife documentary, with the noble, yet horrifically short-tempered Perriclus Coxatus squaring off against the fearsome and masterful Boborous Kelsonorati in the stinking heat of the Sacred Heart Mountains. Only here, can such species be found, and frequently do they meet, but never this close.

"Fine"

What?

"What?"

"I said that's fine Perry. Doesn't matter." And then he strolled off, the herd of Interns following close by. Cox took one last fleeting look at the disappearing Kelso, then walked off, confused.

J.D and Elliot ambled down to the ICU, having a check over Ms Reynolds' charts. On the way, J.D explained to Elliot of his mysterious night, and the pizza.

"Jeez, and I thought I had bad nights out. Especially that time I was with those frat boys, and they said that they'd get us free beer if we didn't wear shirts and…well…you know the rest." Elliot kept quiet for a minute as she remembered that fateful night, "So many 'Hooters' jokes…" she whispered to herself, "Anyway, give me back Ms Reynolds charts." She browsed over the board with quick efficiency.

"She seems fine to me," said Elliot, perplexed.

"Let me have a look," asked J.D as he prised the clipboard from Elliot's hands. As he surveyed the notes and information, they reached her room.

"You know what Elliot," he began, "I have to agree with you here, Ms Reynolds is…" he looked up from the board to see Ms Reynolds sitting up in her bed. Her hair flowed like a cascade of subtle browns over her shoulders, her face was full of life, her lips begged to be kissed, and J.D stood dumbfounded, "…Damn fine."

Elliot circled in on Ms Reynolds, trying to hide the fact that she didn't know why she was there.

"S-So…Ms Reynolds," Elliot struggled to start, "How are you today?"

"Well," her whole body ran in fluid motion with her speech, every word made her body formulate a gesture to accompany it, "My whole body hurts, it's like I've had a really bad night out and can't remember a damn thing about it."

Elliot cracked a little smile to herself, "You know, Dr Dorian over there is our resident expert in that field, I'm sure he could help you out." She made an obvious wink to him and slinked out the room.

J.D stood frightened in the presence of this beautiful woman. Come on dammit! You're a man. Just go up to her and say something comforting, charming, supportive, funny, or relaxing. Wait a second…I don't know how to say anything like that! Ms Reynolds sat and stared at J.D, growing silently impatient of his childish silence. Holy Crap, she's expecting me to say something…just go for it!

"I'll be back in five." And in a single swift movement, he was gone.

J.D stood groggily against the nurses' desk, why was he so scared of this woman? She was hot! Then it gradually dawned on J.D, hot women scare him easily. Whenever he had tried to fantasize about hot women, he would always be either let down by his own imagination, or they would rebel and start wearing clothes.

But this one was different. He came to realise that he knew her, and she knew him. And it was no coincidence that they both had rough nights. She had some part to play in his night, and sooner or later, he would figure it out. The best course of action was to avoid Dr Cox so he won't have to send Ms Reynolds out the hospital and then leave J.D not finding out what happened last night.

J.D picked himself up, filled with purpose. He turned around and went straight into the Janitor.

"Watch it buddy," the Janitor grumbled.

J.D pleaded, "Oh man, please don't do anything today. I've been having a rough time recently and…"

The Janitor raised his hand to silence J.D, "Hey, I've got bigger fish to fry today."

"What…so we're cool?"

"Only for today. Some irresponsible guy is running around the hospital with Italian food smeared on his foot. Just to spite me," The Janitor wiped a tear from his eye, "It's a cruel world."

"Oh cheer up, it'll be okay." J.D put his hands around the Janitor in an attempt to hug him.

The Janitor shot up. "Who said you could touch me?"

"I'm sorry, I just thought…"

"Well don't. I've got my eye on you…Scooter!" He gestured from his eye to J.D as he backed away down the corridor, straight into a pizza stain. "The game is afoot!" the Janitor cried and he galloped off down the hallway in search of his mystery culprit.