Title – My Happy Ending

Author – JubilationLee

Summary – A devastating illness to one of their own causes mixed reactions from the staff of Sacred Heart.

Authors Notes – Thanks for the reviews! I fixed that awful mistake I think.

Confession – I ate my mums Mars Bar.

Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs! Please don't sue me!

Chapter 2

The tiles on the floor were freezing and JD awoke with the right side of his face numb from cold. A sharp pain in his stomach alerted him to something digging into his side, and groaning, he reached around and pulled the jagged keys out of his coat pocket. Rolling himself onto his back, JD found he had a clear view of, not only his apartment, but also the hallway, in which, the top half of his body lay.

The intense headache JD had experienced earlier had reduced itself to a dull ache and all he wanted to do was go to sleep where he lay. His eyes adjusted themselves to the shadowed room and he sluggishly read the clock on the kitchen wall.

10:14, Turk might not be home for ages.

Deciding this was a good thing in this embarrassing situation and fighting the urge sleep in the open doorway JD pushed himself up with heavy limbs and stumbled into his bedroom, barely making it to the bed before he collapsed into sleep on top of the covers.

-

Dim rays of sunlight were poking their heads through the bedroom curtains, when JD opened his eyes the next morning. The events of the previous night flooded back to him but as he rose from the bed and made his way to the shower, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, promising himself to go over them later.

Glancing at his face in the bathroom mirror, however, JD noticed a large bluish bruise on his right cheek, a product of his fall last night. It was something that could easily be explained away and JD didn't give it another thought, he felt fine now anyway.

-

After showering and dressing, JD entered the kitchen to find Turk sitting at the counter, attempting to complete a maze on the back of his cereal packet.

"Hey man" greeted JD ruffling his already tousled hair.

"Hey. You know, you'd think these things would be easy", replied Turk, not raising his head, as his eyes were focused, fixedly on the back of the cereal box.

"Yeah, seeing as it says "suitable for children under the age of 10"" JD pointed out, pouring himself some Wheeties and sitting down as he did so. JD asked,

"So what time d'ya get home last night?"

"'Bout 11, speaking of which, the door was wide open when I got here" Turk replied raising his head and catching sight of JD's face. "Geez man, what happened to your face? You get in a fight or something?"

JD thought quickly, "Yeah, that old lady Simmonds, who knew she could throw a punch like Ali?"

"Well, she is a big old lady" replied Turk, before returning to his cereal box, the event already dissipating from his mind.

The rest of breakfast was shared in comfortable silence and when JD left for the hospital half an hour later, Turk was still sitting at the kitchen counter attempting to solve the maze.

-

Walking to work in the warm morning sunlight gave JD time to think and he went over the events of the previous day. It definitely must've been that pizza I had yesterday, I feel fine today. Though something in the back of his own mind was telling him he was being to dismissive and he should look further into the matter, he chose to ignore himself.

He looked around him, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the people were friendly, "Today is going to be a good day", he spoke out aloud, just as he tripped up the sidewalk.

-

"Bambi! What happened to your face?" the concerned voice of Carla rang through JDs ears as he approached the nurse's station. The hospital was nearly deserted, only the couple nurses and an older patient, leaning on an IV pole, tottering down the hallway could be seen. Another slow day.

"Oh, this?" He asked, pointing to his bruise and putting on a proud smirk. "You should see the other guy".

She gave JD a doubtful look.

"Men" she sighed, throwing a patient folder at him. "This one is in room 6, now get outta here"

"Yes, Mam" JD mock saluted and continued an exaggerated marched off down the corridor to his first patient of the day.

JD opened the folder and glanced over the content as he made his way to the right room. Jake Reilly, Age 6. 4 inch knife cut on the palm of hand. Requires stitching. Good, thought JD, something easy to start the day off.

Opening the door quietly JD saw the young boy sitting comfortably on the bed engrossed in a Spiderman comic.

"Hey little man, how are you feeling?" JD asked, plastering a kindly look on his face and entering the room.

"OK, I guess. Are you a doctor?" enquired Jack shyly, looking warily at the bruise on JD's face.

"I sure am, you can call me Dr Dorian. Why don't you give us a look at your hand there buddy, and we'll get it fixed up like new" said JD, gently reaching out for the hand the young boy was cradling into his chest.

"What happened to your face?" asked Jack, still unsure about whether to trust JD.

Spying the comic book that now lay discarded on the bed, JD leaned in conspiratorially and whispered "I'm only going to tell you this, Jack, because you like someone I can trust, but you're going to have to promise not to repeat any of what I say to you to anybody, ok?"

Fascinated Jack nodded in affirmation.

"OK, I got this here bruise from battling the Green Goblin last night. That dirty criminal busted out of jail a few days ago and I had to track him down and recapture him. Because you see Jack, I'm actually Spider-man. This doctor stuff is all just a disguise."

"Really?" Jack asked, a look of awe spreading across his face.

"Yeah, the one and only, I just do this" JD said, gesturing at the stethoscope around his neck, "as a day job because I've got to make some money, being Spider-man isn't a high paying gig, if you know what I mean"

Jack nodded knowingly and gazed almost lovingly at JD as he held out his injured hand.

"Thanks buddy, this'll make my job a lot easier"

JD began stitching up the wound, telling the child colorful tales about his various adventures in the Spidey suit, but halfway through applying the stitches, his vision became ragged and blurry, causing him to pause and close his eyes. Upon opening them, he found that his situation had not changed and he knew he couldn't continue the stitching, with his current state of vision.

"What's wrong?"

"My spidey sense is tingling, Jack, I'm gonna have to go and sort out this mess. I'll send in another nice doctor, so just sit here for a minute and try not to move your hand."

JD got up and headed in the general direction of the door, speaking to the child as he went, "Remember your promise, Jack". Jack nodded and waved to JD's turned back.

Outside of the room, he grabbed the arm of Elliot who was skipping down the corridor for some unknown reason.

"Hey, would you be able to finish stitching up the kid in this room" JD asked.

Looking puzzled and nodding Elliot replied, "Sure, but why can't you do it?"

Thinking quickly, JD said "I'm totally gonna wet my pants if I don't get to the toilet in the next 30 seconds"

Rolling her eyes, Elliot went inside the room, and JD turned and began making is way down the hallway towards the doctors lounge, his shaking vision causing him to steady himself with a hand on the wall. What's wrong with me? He thought, coupled with yesterday's events, a deep seated fear was growing in the pit of is stomach, that something might actually be wrong with him. Or, I could just be coming down with the flu. His thoughts were interrupted by an amused voice.

"I heard you got beat up by a girl"

JD could almost hear the smirk on the Janitors face as the words floated towards him, but cast the comment off with a flick of his wrist as he attempted to quicken his pace, leaving the disappointed Janitor in his wake.

"Still feeling the effects I see."

The comment landed on deaf ears.

-

When at last he made it to the lounge, JD collapsed onto the couch and closed his eyes, a bout of nausea swept over him, causing him to clutch is stomach and double over. So disorientated was he, that he didn't notice the door of the lounge swing open, pre-empting the entry of a man. The nausea gradually passed and he registered the voice of Dr Cox.

"…matter with you?"

Opening his eyes to a still spinning room, JD tried to focus on the shape of Dr Cox leaning cockily against the door frame.

"'m not feeling to well"

"Well, I can see that, the stumbling around and the "oh, help me mommy, I have a tummy ache" look on your face kind of led me to that conclusion. Geez, Linda, do we have to wait for the projectile vomit and the spinning head before you decide to do us all a favor and take a sick day. And here I thought you were a doctor, looks like I was wrong. But I'm a big doctor, so let me prescribe you some advice, why don't you just walk your little girly butt outta here and go back to that hovel you call a home and sleep it off."

JD gave a small nod and stumbled to his feet and left the room, leaving Dr Cox alone in the lounge. Stupid kid.

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WOW! What a long and incredibly boring chapter that went absolutly no-where. sorry.