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 – This chapter is a little later than usual, but I think this is my longest chapter yet, so I hope that makes up for it. And I don't really know about hospital protocol so don't bash me if the story sounds unrealistic. And tell me if you don't like anything and if you think Carla is OOC.

Confession – At my cousins birthday parties when we were little, I used to peek every time we played pin the tale on the donkey. I won every year.

Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs! Bear Cubs!

Chapter 11

"Get a gurney in here! NOW!"

The shout echoed urgently down the hall bouncing off the white walls, through the ears of passers by and catching the attention of the staff loitering around the nurses' station, all of whom looked up in the direction of the staff toilets, with appearances of misunderstanding.

"Did that just come from the staff toilets?" asked a young doctor, who Carla had not yet learnt the name of.

Carla shot Nurse Roberts a confused look and was given a useless shrug of the shoulders in response.

The doctor continued, "You know, that sounded like-"

"Where's that damn gurney!" reverberated the frustrated angry shout of Dr Cox, once again, coming from the direction of the staff toilets. The urgency in his voice was clearly evident now, causing Carla to wake up and begin running towards the origin of the voice.

When she saw that everybody else had still not moved she began shouting orders, cursing to herself the stupidity of everybody except her.

"What's wrong with you people? You!" she shouted pointing at the nameless doctor. "Get the gurney. And you come with me" she said as she pulled on the arm of a confused doctor who she vaguely remembered JD talking about. What was his name again…Nervous Guy? No, Doug

She ran up the hall and through the doorway, still pulling a reluctant Doug behind her and paying little attention to the "male" sign adorning its front. Upon entering Carla stopped dead causing Doug to plow into her back, she paid little attention to this however as her eyes were glued on the scene in front of her. Dr Cox was on his knees, kneeling over wildly trashing JD, one hand under his head in an effort to stop JD from hitting his head repeatedly on the floor and the other resting firmly on his chest.

Dr Cox looked up into Carla's face caught her eye and gave a rye smile.

"You know Carla; I think that it was back in the 17th century that doctors discovered that staring at patients just didn't make a difference"

"Oh!" Carla murmured snapping back to reality and quickly moving forward to kneel beside Dr Cox, her initial

"What happened? Where's the blood coming from, did he hit his head?" She asked hurriedly, noticing her surroundings.

"I don't think so; Barbie said he had a blood nose just before he came in here." His posture seeming to slacken as JD's convulsions slowed to an eventual stop.

"Well, what's wrong with him? He's doesn't have epilepsy, well at least he's never told me if he has and if he did have it Turk would have told me" she began to babble uncharacteristically, vast worry filling her eyes. "You know? I knew he was still sick, he's been moping around the hospital for weeks and he's so skinny, he should have had more time off but-"

"Oh god, please make it stop" Dr Cox said sarcastically. "Please, please make it stop"

Carla stopped ranting and began to get a hold of herself, her initial shock wearing off as her years of training once again kicked in. Along with Dr Cox she began looking for injuries that may ave been sustained during the seizure.

"Hey Nervous Guy-" Dr Cox began, looking up at Doug standing uselessly in the doorway, trying to comprehend the situation.

"His name is Doug" Carla interrupted, unsure why.

"I don't care what his name is, he has five seconds to get his skinny little butt over here and stop staring at me like I'm five naked virgins doing god knows what to each other, before I start ripping his limbs off so his own mother wont know his name. Five…four…three…"

Not wanting to stretch his luck any longer Doug approached quickly, if a little cautiously and knelt down on the other side of JD, ready to lift him onto the gurney that had just arrived being pushed by the unknown doctor.

"Geez, is that JD? What happened?" He asked, not wanting to miss a chance for gossip.

"It doesn't matter what happened at the moment, let's just get him off the floor" Carla said sharply to him.

Dr Cox spoke up. "On the count of three, one, two, three" Together the three doctors and one nurse lifted the unconscious JD onto the gurney, two of them noting how little he weighed.

"Take him down to room 3 make sure he's stable. I'll be down in a minute to check it out, so don't do anything stupid you might regret" Dr Cox said definitely to the two doctors who were standing looking expectantly at him.

Doug looked up hesitantly, Dr Cox already knowing the words that were about to leave his mouth, "What happ-"

"Just do what I said" Dr Cox said sharply, glaring at the two, leaving no room for argument.

They scuttled out the door, pushing a very small, pale looking JD in front of them. Exiting the room however their cowardly retreat turned into an important strut as they paraded JD past a lingering crowd outside the room. Sending out half hearted answers to the shocked questions that were immediately fired at them as the crowd saw who was on the gurney.

Inside the room, was Cox still gazing at the closed door as he spoke to the woman standing next to him.

"Shouldn't you go with them and make sure they don't cut off his leg or kill him or so do something stupid along those lines on the way there?" He said wearily, his tough facade failing momentarily as he addressed her.

"I know you're hiding something, Perry" Carla stated matter-of-factly, turning to look at him, her gaze seemingly trying to dig into his brain to find answers..

Dr Cox said nothing, acting like she hadn't said anything and giving up Carla walked to the exit pausing as she arrived, to look at his indecipherable expression over her shoulder.

"I'm sure he's fine" she said, and left.

Dr Cox let his eyes fall to the bloody floor as the door closed behind her. After a moment, shaking his head at some inner thought, he left to find Dr Lombard, I've got to many other patients to take care of, he thought to himself. Somebody else will have to take newbie. All the while in the back of his mind he could see himself burying a literal knife further and further into JD's unknowing back.

-

The steady, monotonous "beep, beep" of a machine was echoing loudly through the depths of JD's mind, causing him to groan loudly and make a feeble attempt to wake up from his annoying dream. He rolled over and squinted, opening his eyes half way to find the room dully lit, with only a small amount of light from the hallway outside filtering in through the half open doorway.

What the? He thought. This isn't my room.

A presence entered the room and a dim light was switched on, causing JD to half-heartedly shrink away from it. Straining to see through half closed lids, who was disturbing his peace.

"JD? Good, you're awake then" came a voice from above him. "There's been quite an uproar around the place when word spread that one of the doctors was found dead in the bathrooms. Of course, you're clearly not dead are you?"

"Huh?" JD grunted weakly. His eyes finally adjusting to find Dr Lombard standing over him. What's he doing here?

"Never mind, never mind" he laugh easily. "Do you remember anything that happened?"

JD thought back and realized the last thing he remembered, was going into the toilets after getting a blood nose during rounds. Shit, I must have passed out or something. Did my friends find out what's wrong with me? He questioned himself stupidly. I don't know, I've been in here with you.

"JD?" Came a worried enquiry.

"Oh, sorry" He said quickly, fighting down his growing dread. "I, uh, went to the toilet, because I had a, uh, blood nose" he muttered.

"Ok" said Dr Lombard, scribbling something down on his chart. "It appears as if you've suffered a seizure so we're are going to get you in for an MRI later today, you know the procedure"

A seizure?

"Uh, I have a doctor over at, uh…" JD paused, trying to recall the name of the hospital through his thumping headache. "..uh, St Lukes! Dr Lorenzo, that's it, you should call him" JD finished.

"Dr Lorenzo? The neurologist?"

"Uh…yeah" JD finished weakly, knowing he should elaborate, though feeling himself growing drowsier by the second.

"Ok, I'll call him now and I'll be back in a couple of hours after I finish checking on a …"

The last of his sentence was lost as JD felt himself slipping off into sleep once more.

-

When next JD awoke it was with a gasp, as though he was waking from a nightmare, although when he thought about it later he couldn't remember what the dream had been about. The room was a lot darker than it had been previously and soft moonlight filtered through the gaps in the closed blinds.

A kindly voice spoke up from a chair that was situated next to his bed, and he felt a warm hand enveloping his own.

"Hey Bambi. Welcome back"

"Carla" he said, letting out his breath in a relieved sigh.

"Yeah it's me. How're you feeling?"

"Like I've done 12 rounds with Mr. T wearing lead filled gloves" JD said, picturing the event in his mind.

"That bad, huh?" She said soothingly. "Well if it makes you feel any better, people have been lining up to see you" It didn't.

"Even Turk and Elliot?" JD asked worriedly

"Damn, I knew I'd forgotten to do something" she said self-deprecatingly. "They haven't heard yet, they both got off early today and I haven't seen them since. I'll go and call them now" She said, rising from her seat as she said it.

"No!" JD almost shouted. "I, uh, I'll see them tomorrow, no need to bother them while they're trying to rest"

"You sure Bambi? I'm sure they wouldn't mind"

"No" He said more forcibly, leaving Carla no room to retaliate.

The darkened room fell silent as the two struggled to find a topic of conversation that didn't involve JD's present state, but one thought kept on popping up in JD's mind.

"Who, uh, who found me?"

"Dr Cox" she said simply. "And boy, you should've seen him, barking orders, threatening people with loss of limb. He may not show it Bambi, but he really cares-"

JD felt heat rising in his cheeks and he snapped, "He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care about anybody but himself"

"Of course he does Bambi, he just has a funny way of showi-"

"Oh yeah?" JD continued, unable to stop himself even though he knew he sound like a spoilt child. "If he cares so much why he hasn't spoken to me in days, ever since I told him about my-"

A soft knock came at the door, cutting JD off mid rant and Dr Lombard entered the room, followed by the burly figure that JD recognized as Dr Lorenzo. Great, here it comes.

"Ah, JD, good to see you're up again. But you've got company I see…" Dr Lombard trailed off, and cleared his throat, pointedly looking at Carla, trying unsuccessfully to send her a "get out" message, which she promptly pretended not to see.

JD thought about the situation as he felt himself calming down. I can't hide it forever; people are going to find out what's wrong with me sometime. Why not Carla, why not now? What's the worst that could happen? He thought, ignoring the memories of Dr Cox learning his secret, and the bill he'd received in his pigeon hole, the next day, for repairs that had made for a broken wall. He made up his mind and spoke to the Doctor, who was still trying to send Carla the signal.

"No, its ok, she can stay" JD said as Carla shot Lombard a boasting smile.

"Ok, then" Dr Lorenzo said stepping forward with his fake smile plastered once again on his face. "Dr Lombard has informed me of the situation, and it appears as though the tumors growth has accelerated, which means we're going to have to bring forward the surgery date to Friday"

"Tumor?"

"This Friday? JD asked, ignoring Carla's shocked question. "but today's Wednesday"

"Yes, well, the tumors growth is just to fast for us to leave any longer without risking permanent damage-"

"Wait a minute right there Mister" Carla interrupted loudly, "JD what the hell is he talking about?" Carla asked incredulously.

"I have a brain tumor Carla" JD spoke evenly, no longer feeling any need to hide the fact from her.

"..Oh God" she whispered to herself and went quiet, slumping back down into her chair.

"As I was saying" Dr Lorenzo spoke up again, shooting a condescending glare Carla's way, "the tumors growth is too rapid for us to leave any longer and the longer we leave it the less chance you have at beating this thing-"

A loud bang was heard out in the corridor and all present in the room turned too look out the empty doorway, giving no clue as to what had made the loud noise. Dr Lorenzo was about to begin again for the third time when Carla got up and squeezed JD's hand.

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I'll be right back".

"Ok" he said as h turned back to his doctors, vaguely hearing the clicking of the door closing as she left the room.

-

Carla closed the door behind her and saw the source of the loud bang. Dr Cox was standing a few meters away down the corridor, fist through the wall for the second time in as many days. She stalked up to him and he freed his hand and turned to face him.

"You should be ashamed of yourself" Carla began loading her guns and seeming to rise is stature as she faced Dr Cox. "You'd think that you would have learnt with Ben or that through all your years as a doctor you would have learnt some compassion."

"Now hold up there Sweet Cheeks-" Dr Cox began retorting, only to be cut off midway by a steadily boiling Carla.

"Don't you 'hold up there sweet cheeks' to me" she said defensively moving her head in time with the words. "That boy came to you for support when he really needed it and what do you do? You throw it back in his face. He trusted you above everyone else, above Elliot and me, above Turk above his own family and you don't even have the guts to face him. He's the one suffering! Not you! And to think you call yourself a doctor" She spat angrily at him.

"Just-"

"No! There's no excuses, I know what you did today, you threw him off to the nearest Doctor you could find because you're just a scared, selfish bastard. I cant believe I ever thought different" She fumed, shaking her head and turning her back on his, for once stunned face and headed back to JD's room.

Leaving Dr Cox standing, speechless and bewildered, suddenly looking very small in the towering hallway.

TBC.

Once again it is late and there is no real proof reading.

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