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 – Sorry this is short and a bit boring, my brain fell out the other day and I haven't found it yet.
Confession – I can skip with my arms
Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs! (…or do I..?)
Chapter 5
"John Dorian?"
JD looked up startled, from where he was sitting on the crisp, white sheets of the white hospital bed, into the face of a short man of medium build. He had been restlessly moving about for 15 minutes before the Doc had entered the room The impersonal space made him shift uncomfortably and the colorless, though blazing white walls, almost provoked another headache. Sure, it was just like the thousand other hospital rooms he had been in, but it seemed to lack the warmth of the ones he spent most of his days in at Sacred Heart.
He had arrived at St Lukes shortly after departing work, late that afternoon. He had been lucky to get an appointment so late in the day, but was glad, as it prevented him from leaving the problem any longer unattended
JD nodded in confirmation at the question by the smaller man and raised himself off the bed so he could shake the unfamiliar doctor's hand, who he supposed must be in his early forties, saying as he did so, "Yep, that's me".
"Good. I'm Dr Robert; like the song. I see here you're a Doctor also, hmmm? Good, good, fine" he stated, looking through his chart, though speaking so fast that JD didn't have time to answer his question before he continued again.
"Must be something pretty serious if you can't diagnose yourself, don't you think? Nah, just kidding. Just a little joke between us doctors, yes? Good, good." Roberts said with a good humored, though slightly mad, smile.
JD returned his smile, though more forcefully, desperately hoping that the doctor's statement was a joke, also a little bit worried about Robert's sanity.
"Ok, let's see. It says here you've been having severe headaches and nausea, is that correct? Yes?" He asked questioningly, his beady eyes darting about the room. When JD nodded he continued, "Yes? Yes, good, I see, I see."
JD began minutely edging away form the doctor, contemplating running for the door, though his attempts went unnoticed as the doctor crowded closer to him, shining his small torch in JD's eyes as he continued with his interrogation.
"Been taking any medication? Hmmm?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in expectation as he laid down his torch and scribbled something unintelligible on his clipboard.
"Ahh, no. Just a couple of Aspirin." JD answered slowly.
"Oh, Aspirin? I see. Have you been having any other irregularities or symptoms or anything at all that isn't normal, hmmm? Anything?" Roberts asked, his eyes bulging out of his skull.
JD paused, his current thoughts of attempted escape overrun by the memory of his shotty vision a couple of weeks ago. "Well, there was this one thing, a couple of weeks ago, where my vision went a bit crazy and I couldn't see all that well"
"I see. Anything else, hmmm?"
"And I went temporarily deaf the other day. For about 10 minutes"
"I see, is that all, hmmm?"
Is this guy even listening to me?
"My head is made of marshmallow"
"I see- what? Hmmm, anyway, these symptoms could lead us to a few possibilities, which I'm sure you've already realized because you're a doctor. But you probably don't want to jump to conclusions, I don't either, you know, so I think we'll get you booked in for an MRI, later today, hmmm?" He asked, again, not giving time for an answer.
"Now I don't want you to worry okay, hmmm? Because chances are that there is nothing even wrong with you, but you came here which means you're worried, so that makes me worried because I'm a doctor, but you're a doctor too, but I'm sure everything will be alright, hmmm? Good, good, I'll just give you a general checkup and then we'll get you in for that MRI, hmmm? "
JD sighed in relief at the thought of escaping the clutches of this mad doctor and mentally prepared himself for the oncoming tests. I thought Sacred Heart was a mad house.
-
JD wearily opened the door of his apartment when he arrived home that night, to the boisterous laugh of Turk emanating from the lounge. Unwanted thoughts of the afternoon's tests still occupied his mind, and he pushed them out of his mind as he steeled himself for a possible barrage of questions. Entering the lounge room, he was greeted with the smiling faces of his three friends looking up at him from their positions on the sofa, midway through watching some comedy movie.
"Hey guys" JD greeted. Turk was the first one to answer, pausing the movie as he spoke.
"Hey man you're home earlier than we expected, wasn't much stuff to move?"
The question caught JD off guard and he had to think about the question before he remembered the lie that he had told earlier that day, "What? Oh yeah, turned out he only needed me because he didn't know how to put up his shower curtain. So what's happening?" he covered up quickly, not wanting anymore attention focused on him.
The answer seemed to satisfy his friends, though it sounded weak to his own ears.
Why am I lying?
Elliot perked up eagerly, the half bottle of beer she had consumed making her a little over-excited, "Oh JD, you really should be watching this movie, its soo funny! This guy, just ate all this custard and now he running after this giant-, hang on, before that there was this explosion that blew up this house-, wait, no, this man who was-"
"Elliot." Carla interrupted her. "Just watch the movie"
"Oh, ok."
The movie was once again put on and laughter returned to the room.
JD smiled at the interactions between his friends and grabbed a beer out of the fridge and went to join the others in the lounge, taking his place in the empty armchair. He was tired and his eyes grew heavier as he half focused on the movie playing in front of him. Thoughts about the past few weeks and his visit to the doctor today, began whirring through his mind and before he knew it he was drifting off into a restless sleep, his beer lay discarded, forgotten on the table.
-
The end credits of the movie began rolling and the three conscious members of the party occupying the room, stretched out their stiff limbs. Turk rose from the sofa, walking to the kitchen to get himself another beer, hearing Carla coo as he mad his way back,
"Aww, look at Bambi, he asleep" She wore a dopey, motherly look on her face as she gazed at JD, and when Elliot spoke up, Turk noticed her wearing a similar expression.
"That's so cute, he looks like a baby"
"Well, I look cuter than that when I'm asleep" Turk interrupted, jokingly pretending to be envious that the conversation wasn't focused on him.
"No, you don't baby"
"Yes I do!"
"No, you look like this" Carla made a face like a slobbering dog and Elliot giggled
"You look like a dog" she laughed but stopped instantly when Turk sent her a caution look.
"I do not!" Turk sounded offended as he refocused his attention back on Carla.
"Yes, you do. But its one of the reasons why I love you so much" Carla repented, hugging Turk around the waist and reaching up to kiss him.
"You know, I have a day off tomorrow" Turk purred.
"I know, but I have to work early, maybe tomorrow" Carla respond gloomily, both of them forgetting Elliot and JD as they focused their attention more and more on each on each other.
Elliot, who had been watching the scene suddenly, felt uncomfortable and looked to JD for help but found he was still asleep. A she looked more closely at him however, she did notice, the way he seemed to be fretting, almost as if he was having a bad dream. She contemplated waking him but discarded the idea, he looks like he could use the sleep, she thought as she studied the dull bags under his eyes and his slightly "off" complexion.
Elliot also knew that she wasn't the only one worried about JD either, Turk had mentioned his strange behavior earlier that evening, not to mention that they had be witnessed his wrath first hand earlier that day.
Her musings were interrupted by Carla addressing her, "Do you want a ride home Elliot?"
Elliot looked at the clock and answered, "Yeah, thanks Carla". She had to work tomorrow too.
The two left the apartment a short time later, making Turk promise that he would not disturb JD, under threat of abstinence by Carla. All during drive home nevertheless, Elliot's thoughts still dwelled on JD, before she finally said to herself, It's probably nothing.
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JD jolted awake suddenly, with a gasp the next morning, feeling that his dreams had not been pleasant and unsure of what had made him awaken so abruptly, before he heard the telephone ringing shrilly through his ears. He looked at the clock and saw it was late morning and panicked at the thought that he had to be at work in less than an hour.
The squeal of the telephone again interrupted his alarm and he reached quickly for the receiver.
"Hello, is this John Dorian? Hmm?" The voice on the other end sounded familiar though he couldn't place it on a face instantly.
"Yeah, speaking?" JD answered groggily
"Good, good, I was hoping you would still be home. This is Dr Robert from St Lukes; do you remember me, hmm?"
A knot of dread began curling its way through JD's stomach. Shit, shit, shit.
"Well, anyway, we have your results back and I think it would be best if you came in to collect them"
Sorry if it doesnt make sense, there's this thing called sleep that i hav'nt had enough of, so feel free to point out mistakes. Thank you all so much for your reviews, they're so exciting to recieve! I love you all!
I'll try get the new chapter up tomorrow or the next day.
Dont eat my bacon. Please.