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 – Why are people so unkind? No you reviewers! You are very kind and I love you all.
Confession – I burnt my friends' tent down and blamed it on somebody else.
Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs. Although, once I owned a puppet called Scrubby.
Chapter 6
JD put the receiver back in the cradle and stared at the lifeless phone, to deep in thought to realize his surroundings. They have my results. It must be bad. Why? If it wasn't, he would have told me my results over the phone wouldn't he? I don't know. Well you're a doctor, you'd know. I know, I know. You're just being stupid, there's nothing wrong with you. Well, what if there-
"Aren't you supposed to be working?" The voice of Turk interrupted his rising, one person argument.
"Crap!" JD jumped about a foot off the sofa and spun to face the man who had addressed him. "You scared the be-geezes out of me Turk!"
Turk yawned lazily and scratched his chest in an ape-ly fashion. "A little jumpy today, aren't we?" he remarked.
JD calmed his nerves and sat dejectedly back on the couch, beginning to rub his temples with his fingertips in an effort to ease his now, ever-present and reliable headache that greeted him in waking each day.
"Yeah, I guess so" He replied. "Do you ever get the feeling, it's just gonna be a bad day?"
Turk thought for less than a second before answering, his voice filled with confidence.
"Nope, never. It's all about having a positive frame of mind, my friend. Positive thoughts equal positive results. That's my motto. Feel free to use it."
JD stared at him with raised eyebrows before answering doubtfully, "I've never heard you say that the entire time I've known you"
"Yeah?" Turk asked, as though he were shocked "Whatever man, I'm goin back to bed" Turk finished his statement with a shrug and returned to his darkened bedroom, closing the door behind him, unaware of JD's envious eyes following him.
As the click of the door sounded shut, his mind once again began to wander and his interior battle began once again. You see? Positive thoughts equal positive results. I can do that. Mr. Positive, that's my name. Yeah right.
"I am Mr. Positive!" He shouted to the invisible audience that filled the lounge.
From behind the closed door of Turks bedroom, he heard the muffled yell of "Get to work!"
Positive!
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"Negative, I repeat, that is a negative on the aerial rescue" the Janitor was speaking into the squeegee he should have been washing windows with, "this area's crawling with the enemy. We've counted at least-" the Janitors eyes found JD staring at him and he spoke into the end of his squeegee "-one enemy soldier", he finished coldly, glaring at JD.
"What?" The Janitor said, daring him to retaliate as he glared down menacingly at JD.
"Nothing" JD said defensively, averting his eyes and walking away as quickly as possible. Though as he made his way in the opposite direction he could hear the voice of his rival behind him, returning to his conversation into the squeegee,
"Request an aerial strike on the immediate vicinity to take out the enemy forces…"
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The sound of laughter could be heard echoing down the long corridor and when JD entered room 8 sometime later, he smiled at the sight in front of him, which was the source of the noise. Three small children were all piled up on top of their father who was lying in the hospital bed, all giggling loudly has he attempted to tickle them all at once.
After watching the scene for a minute, JD made his entrance.
"Woo hoo! Pile-up!" JD shouted as he ran into the room, pretending to throw himself on top of the children, who immediately stopped laughing and clung protectively to their father, unsure of what to make of the strange, grown man trying to throw himself into their pile-up. There young faces not recognizing the joking expression plastered onto JD's face. Their father looked at JD, the smile on his face had also disappeared to be replaced by a worried one, obviously dreading bad news.
"Ok kids, time for the grown ups to talk, why don't you guys go and meet you mother in the cafeteria"
The kids filed out of the room avoiding JD who stood with his hand raised for high fives. The door was closed behind them and JD moved further into the room, smiling in an attempt to lighten the suddenly grim atmosphere.
"Cute kids" JD said.
"Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without them" came the proud reply.
"So, are you feeling any better today Mr. Nichol?" JD asked as he sat on the chair by the bedside, taking the pen out of his shirt pocket and opening his clipboard.
"Yes, a little bit" Mr. Nichol replied tiredly before adding "and call me Dave, that's what my friends call me"
"Well, Dave" JD said, smiling and emphasizing the name while and easing further into the chair, "a little is better than none at all."
"I suppose you're right Doc, but I just hate this waiting around, you know, not knowing what's wrong with me-"
I know how you feel.
"…not knowing whether I'll see my kid's graduate college or if I'll ever wake up in my own bed next to my wife again. That's the worst thing you know, not knowing? I suppose you here this stuff all the time, but I'm trying to stay positive, I really am. Not for my sake, but my family's".
JD stared, going over the words he had just heard. Not knowing. Not knowing if I'll every play steak with Turk again. Not knowing if I'll ever wake up next to Elliot again. Not knowing if Dr Cox-
"Are you alright doctor?"
JD looked up at the man, startled for a second, before smiling reassuringly and saying "Well, you know what they say about staying positive".
"No, what?"
"Positive thoughts equal positive results. I'm sure the tests will come back negative and everything will be fine David." And he was sure.
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"…Positive"
"Huh?" The voice startled JD, causing him to let out a yelp as he banged his head on the top window frame he was leaning out of, in an effort to get some fresh air. Why are people always sneaking up on me? Mildly annoyed, JD turned to find the figure of Dr Bob standing, impatiently tapping his foot, in the open doorway, irritated at JD's lack of listening skills.
"I said" Dr Bob began exasperatedly "the results for Mr. David Nichols came back positive, he has advanced hemochromatosis, here's his chart if you don't believe me" Dr Bob held out the results which JD took and checked frantically.
"Positive? Are you sure?" JD asked
"Yes, checked and double-checked doctor. I'm sorry" He added as an after thought before turning and leaving.
Fat lot of good positive thinking does.
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"Wait up a sec there, Mary" JD heard the gruff voice of Dr Cox shout after him as he entered the corridor and he turned to find the broad figure of Perry Cox striding through the crowd towards him, passing through the people like Moses passed through the Red Sea.
"I'm gonna need you to take over Mrs. Turner from me, here" Dr Cox threw the patient chart roughly into JD's arms. "She's in 16, get to it Mary, paddle your boat down that proud river. Chop, chop, chop, faster, faster"
"I'm sorry Dr. Cox, but I cant, I'm off in a minute and I gotta go see one of my patients right now to tell him and his wife and three kids that he has advanced hemochromatosis, and he probably won't live out he month, let alone get to see his kid's graduate high school. So no, I can't take Mrs. Turnip from you, you can do it yourself."
Dr Cox stared at JD with his arms folded across is chest and top lip curled up to show his top teeth. He rocked back onto the heals of his feet and began
"Listen here, Mary. I don't care if you're off in 10 minutes or 10 hours, hell, I don't even care if you here until the Second Coming, you do what I tell you to do or by god I'll scrunch you up into a tiny ball, bounce you outside and play basketball with your mangled corpse."
Bu-"JD didn't even get to finish the single syllable before Dr Cox had stared again.
"Because you wanna know something, Newbie, whether or not you realized it, you're a doctor, you tell people that they're gonna die everyday, its what you're paid to do, some people you're gonna be able to help and others you cant, you just have to figure out a way to deal with it, otherwise its gonna eat your insides out so bad you end up like Satan's spawn himself, over there." He ended gesturing his head in the direction of Dr Kelso, standing by the nurse's station.
"Now get back to work"
JD turned and walked defeated once again, toward David Nichol's room, sensing Dr Cox's eyes following his slow movements but when he turned to see if his thoughts were accurate, he fund the corridor deserted, the crowds which ad filled it a moment ago, gone.
I am Mr. Pos- whatever.
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A little bit over an hour later JD found himself sitting in the plain, under-furnished office of Dr Robert, wondering to himself why the walls weren't padded, God knows he needs them. Like his first visit, he found himself unable to sit still, anxious to hear the results of yesterday's tests, though his thoughts of staying positive had been tarnished when he had seen the reaction of David Nichols and his family after he'd broken the news about the illness.
JD looked up at the soft turning of the door handled and rose to his feet as Dr Robert stumbled in, a stack of papers on the verge of falling out of his grasp.
"Ahh, hello there John, how are you feeling today? Better I hope? Yes? Good, good, fine. Well, we have a few things we need to discuss today, I can tell you that right now, yes indeed"
"Doc, what did you find?" JD asked impatiently, knowing the doctor was stalling in telling him his results. JD leaned forwards and tapped his finger unconsciously on the desk as Robert sat down and sorted through his papers.
"Well John, I know you're a doctor and everything, which is good because it will make it a lot easer for me o explain to you, ok? Good, good. Now the MRI scans we took yesterday revealed an abnormality, in fact, we've identified it as an Oligodendroglioma."
JD searched his memory bank for that word and its meaning and when, at last he found it, he felt his stomach drop.
"Brain tumor."
…positive results.
I'm to tired to proof read. This chapter sounded better in my head, doesnt everything? Blip.
Next chapter coming soony woony.