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 – I'm late updating again! Probably because I, like half the population of the world spent the last week reading Harry Potter. Anyway I hope you like the new chapter. Review? I really like reviews! They're tasty.
Confession – I ate the packet of Tim Tams out of the fridge the other day, I lied when I said it was my dog.
Disclaimer – I scrub my hands but I don't own anything to do with Scrubs!
Chapter 8
JD unconsciously swung his legs back and forth, as they dangled down from the reasonably high hospital bed where he sat. His thoughts dwelling on the events that ad occurred earlier that day.
The "Code Blue" patient had flat lined before JD and Dr Cox had arrived, sprinting into the room and after 5 minutes of desperately trying to resuscitate the man, the time of death had been announced and the staff had left the room morosely. This event had left JD in no mood to talk to anyone and he had left the room without a word to anyone.
This is why he now found himself in the company of a comatose male patient, who, of late had been the confidant of JD's deepest thoughts. His excuse for being discovered "bludging" in the quiet room was the expected, doctor-patient bonding, who cares if the patient didn't know they were bonding.
"So how are you doin?" JD asked the man lying on the bed.
He was met with dead silence but for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.
"Yeah, that good, huh? I wish I could say the same" JD quipped.
JD looked at the man lying in the bed, his name was David Goddard. Dave, was fondly thought of by the staff and he held the record for being the hospitals longest staying patient, having been in the hospital a good 8 years before JD had arrived. But looking at the middle aged man, JD often felt a great sadness rise in is stomach. At least I'm still functioning. At least I can still talk to my friends and I won't spend my last days lying in a hospital bed, dying alone and forgotten. I should be counting my blessings, I guess.
A thin line of artificial light entered into the darkened room, pre-empting the entry of a large figure at the door.
"Look out" said a horror filled voice. JD looked up to find it was Ted. "He's coming"
"Who?" JD asked, moving to look around Ted large frame in an effort to see who was coming.
Ted's eyes widened and he leaned in and whispered loudly, "Him".
"Oh, hello there sport, I've been meaning to catch up with you," JD inwardly scoffed at the feigned welcoming tone in Dr Kelso's voice as he trotted into the room, knowing full well that their meeting wasn't a coincidence and that the only reason Kelso would seek him out would be to reprimand him."Funny I should find you in here, cowardly hiding away from your responsibilities, I see." He said with a condescending laugh.
"Oh, hello Dr Kelso, I wasn't hiding, I was bon-" JD attempted to say before he as cut off.
"Don't bother doctor" Dr Kelso snapped, cutting JD off. "I'm only here to tell you that you're up for evaluation next week, so don't do anything stupid. We don't want the hospital to look bad because of your dim-witted mistakes"
Evaluation? "Yes sir, no mistakes" JD replied safely.
"Good. Now get out there and do your job." Dr Kelso said as he turned and left the room, not seeing Ted raise his hand in the shape of a pistol at the back of his head.
"Ted! Get out here!"
"Yes sir" Ted replied despairingly, shooting JD a look that could have matched his own.
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JD sat in the canteen staring numbly into space. In the back of his mind was the reminder that he had to contact Dr Lorenzo later that day. So much for consulting my family and friends. I haven't spoken to my family in months and I haven't seen Dr Cox since yesterday. A shadow fell across him and he looked up to see Elliot moving towards him.
"Hi Elliot" JD greeted, as she sat in the seat opposite him.
"Hey! Have a good time the other night?" She asked, immediately digging into the mass of food on her plate.
"Uhh, yeah it was ok" JD said doubtfully. "How come you didn't show, I heard you were invited" he asked.
"Are you crazy?" she said incredulously. "Todd invited very female in this hospital, you don't actually think any of us would be stupid enough to show up."
An easy silence fell over the pair, as Elliot slowly devoured her food and JD picked at his, not at all feeling like eating.
"You okay?" Elliot asked at last, looking at the untouched food on JD's plate and noting with worry the way he slouched, depressed in his chair.
JD paused before answering, steadily weighing up the possibilities in his mind. I could tell Elliot. The thought left as quickly as it had arrived. She's stressed out enough as it is.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just had a rough couple of days, you know?" JD lied.
Elliot immediately looked crestfallen and JD thanked his lucky stars that he had not told her the whole story.
"Me too" she said, before continuing. "First, my wonderfully supportive mother calls me up, demanding Grandkids and telling me that I should quit my job if I want any chance of getting married. Then, this morning my toaster exploded, well, not really exploded, just sort of caught on fire, so I was late to work and Dr Kelso yelled at me" she ended, sucking in a deep breath.
"Gee" JD said at a loss for words, not even bothering to weigh up their two problems on the same scales. "That sounds terrible".
"I know" Elliot sounded hopeless and she gazed down at her plate, so much so, that JD felt compelled to reach over ad grasp her hand. He gave her a small smile as she raised her eyes to meet his, and JD too, felt a little bit better as she returned his smile.
"Sup dog, Elliot" Turk shouted as he arrived at their table, high fiving JD and inclining his head towards Elliot as he slid in next to her.
As JD had thought, Turk had woken up the previous morning with no memory of what had happened the night before. And although this was a good thing, JD thought that if Turk knew what was actually going on, it would make the situation a lot easier to deal with.
Leaving this thought, JD asked the pair, "Did you guys get told about this evaluation thing next week?"
"Evaluation?" Turk asked. Speaking the thoughts of both himself and Elliot as confused looks filled the features.
"Yeah, they do that every now and then" Carla said wisely, as she arrived, sitting and joining the trio.
"Well, I don't know about you fools, but I don't need no evaluation, cos I am the best there is, at what I do?" a cocky Turk spoke.
"Oh really?" Carla asked with her eyebrows raised and a doubtful look on her face. "And what exactly do you do?"
"Save lives baby, and of course, I am the manliest man on this planet" he added
"Yeah?"
"I sure am, baby" Turk said, beginning to look worried.
"Ok then. Then perhaps you'd like to tell everybody here, about last night when you-"
"Ok, ok, most things, I'm the best at most things" Turk said quickly as a satisfied smile rose on Carla's face, happy with her win.
Elliot's panicked voice spoke up; it seemed she had been unaware of the teasing taking place between the two lovers.
"Evaluation? Oh no! What if I fail? I'll never become a doctor! My mother's right, I should just go home right now and marry Troy from the country club" Elliot said hopelessly. "Oh no! He got married five months ago! She's right, I'm going to die an un-qualified old maid"
The two boys looked at Carla expectantly, silently choosing her to comfort Elliot and to quash her ridiculous ravings. She returned there expectant looks with a mad glare.
"Elliot, don't be stupid, of course you won't fail. You can't fail, because it's not a test" She said quickly.
"Really?" Elliot asked hopefully.
"Of course"
JD butted into their conversation, after looking at the clock and realizing is lunch was over. "Carla, have you seen Dr Cox around?"
"Sure Bambi, I saw him about five minutes ago, checking in on the patient in room 5"
"Thanks. I'll see you guys later". JD rose and left the table, intent on speaking to Dr Cox that afternoon, before he left for his appointment.
-
Ironically, JD found Dr Cox in the room of David Goddard, checking over the mans vitals and flicking through his chart.
"Maybe if you give him a kiss" JD said with a small laugh, as Dr Cox leaned over and checked the mans pupils.
Dr Cox looked at him annoyed, "Why don't you? Hang on, I take that back. I tell you Suzie, if I ever woke up one day and found your ugly head leaning over me, after doing god knows what to me, I'd stab myself in the heart right then, after I'd burnt my eyes out with the hottest pokers I could lay my hands on."
"It was just an idea…" JD trailed off.
Dr Cox stared at JD, waiting for some sign that he was going to give him the slightest inclination as to why he had busted in with his weekly visit to talk to Dave.
"What do you want newbie, as much as I love standing around and sharing these uncomfortable silences with you, I do have a lot of other pressing needs which I must attend to"
JD mentally prepared himself for the declaration he was about to spill, but the brave way in which he spoke in his mind was not manifested in actual speech. "Well, you see… the thing is Dr Cox…" JD attempted, trailing off once again.
"Yawn. Losing…interest…fast…" Dr Cox said lazily as he backed towards the door.
Just tell him. Spit it out. "I have a brain tumor" He said it.
A great hush suddenly hung heavy like a blanket over the room, as even the persistent beeping of the many monitors connected to Dave seemed to have been silenced.
JD tried to hold Dr Cox's steady gaze but almost instantly he found himself staring at the laces in his shoes. The expression on Dr Cox's face was unreadable as JD desperately looked again for any signs of worry or that he cared. And when at last he thought he saw a flicker of it, it was replaced instantly with a look of reproach.
"Look Suzie, if you think making up stupid little lies is going to make me bond with you, I'm sorry to say but you're sadly mistaken, infact, I think even for you that was in bad tast-"
"It's a grade 3 oligodendroglioma, I'm going-" JD butted in.
"I'm not going to tell you once more newbie, if you're going to keep-"
"I go into surgery next week; I thought that you might-"
With his final warning ignored, Dr Cox turned angrily on the balls of his feet and strode out of the room, leaving a defenseless JD in his wake. JD stumbled backwards and sat heavily on the edge of the bed the comatose patient occupied. His head sunk into his hands and he turned to Dave and said with a rye smile,
"Well Dave, I think that went well."
-
Dr Cox stormed out of the room and strode the halls in a fury for some unknown amount of time, ignoring the many glances and questions being thrown at him from doctor and patients alike. When at last he stopped, he found himself 2 corridors over and gradually slowed his fast pace and came to a halt in a less busy part of the hospital.
Good one Coxy. You handled that well. Why didn't you just kill him right then?
Shut up. It's not my business what's wrong with him. He should tell one of his little friends.
"Dammit!" he shouted as he slammed his fist through the plaster wall, as the innumerable emotions inside him busted there way out of his overwhelmed mind.
"You're paying for that" came the voice of the Janitor.
Dr Cox angrily shoved him out of the way and strode out of the hospital. Not sparing a moments thought for his shift, which was only half over.
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