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've been so terribly busy all week that I just haven't had the time to update, but now I do because you are reading this and you wouldn't be unless I had updated. Anyway, I thought I'd do two little baby chapters, one today and one tomorrow, just for something a little bit different.
Confession – Once we accidentally got the dog drunk and she had a hangover the next day and we thought she was dying.
Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs! ButI love back rubs!
Chapter 12
The news of JD's tumor managed to spread (from some unknown source) like wildfire through the halls of Sacred Heart, so by the time Elliot arrived at work on the Thursday morning, she heard the news from a homeless woman who occupied the park bench across the road from the entrance of the hospital. After shooting the woman a pitiful look, she let the words drift freely out of her mind, not paying them any heed. After all, she thought, what would she know?
Elliot dumped her things unceremoniously in her locker, noting with slight unease that JD's locker door was open and empty. I'm sure it's nothing; he's probably not on until later.
"Why, hello there sweetheart" came a sycophantic voice from behind her as she excited the locker room. "Glad to see you're not late today, wouldn't want to see that again would we?"
"I was only late once, sir" she said defensively "And that was when my toaster blew up and-"
"Save it doctor" he said, spitting out the last word like a bad taste and turning to leave.
"Uh, Dr Kelso" she began nervously, cursing herself for actually calling the man back. "I was wondering if you've seen JD, uh, I mean Dr Dorian this morning? I've been hearing these stupid rumors"
Dr Kelso raised his eyebrows and scratched his head thoughtfully before answering slowly.
"Let me asked you something Dr Reed, just a short question that I hope you won't find to difficult. Do I look like a secretary? Am I wearing a skirt and carrying a diary that says Dr Dorian's Appointments, with the 'j's and the 'I's dotted with little hearts?" he asked sarcastically, turning to face her full on. "No? Well, that's good then, because I thought I was the Chief of Medicine at this hospital and not in charge of keeping track of my doctors personal lives. So how about you stop wasting my time with stupid questions and go and do your job"
"Yes sir" she said lamely, giving him a stricken look before scurrying away.
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A few hours later, after dealing with a man who thought he was and apple, a gunshot victim, 2 broken arms and changing into a pair of scrubs that wasn't coated in a layer of poo, she approached the nurses' station, marching like a woman on a mission.
"Hello, Laverne, have you seen JD today?" she asked quickly.
Laverne Roberts looked up from where she was uselessly moving stacks of paper over the desk and said.
"Didn't you hear sweetie? They transferred him over to St Luke's this morning. Poor, dear, who would have thought" Roberts said, before retuning to the papers. Elliot stared at her a moment, expecting a longer explanation but when it looked as if none was going to be offered she turned on the large woman and wandered dazedly down the hall.
Transferred? It can't actually be true. Can it? She thought as she ignored the two motherless children who were playing tiggy around her legs. He'd tell me if he was sick, I know he would.
For some reason Elliot found herself unconvinced and she turned and made her way down to the staff room, heading for the phone.
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JD lay in between the crisp white sheets of the recently made hospital bed and studied his new surroundings. The walls were white. The sparse furniture was white. The curtains were white and surprise, surprise the floor was a blazing shade of white. In fact, it seems as if the only colored thing in the room was himself. He shifted his position on the hard mattress and looked about him for something that would keep him occupied and distract him from thinking about his operation tomorrow.
He reached into his bag of personal belongings that Carla had brought him that morning and pulled out a creased X-Men comic. Carla, you're a lifesaver.
A soft knock came from the door and JD looked up from his comic to find the figure of Elliot peering hesitantly into the room, as if she didn't know where she was. He felt his gut lurch, he'd been dreading this and he had been stupidly hoping that he wouldn't have to face it.
"Hi" she said softly as she entered further into the room
"Hi"
Here it comes, the inevitable question.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I have a mass of unnecessary tissue growing near the base of my brain, which may or may not cause my imminent death" he said a little callously. How do you think I'm feeling?
"That's not funny" she said seriously, looking for all like she was about to burst into tears.
"It wasn't supposed to be" he replied coolly. "It's just such a stupid question, I'm sorry Elliot but when I get out of here, I'm never going to ask a patient how they feel again because I think its pretty obvious if a person has 6 bullet holes in their chest that they're not feeling to peachy"
Elliot turned away from him, hiding her face and JD thought she was about to leave. I wouldn't blame her, get as far away from the dying person as possible, he thought harshly.
"Sorry, it's just that-" she began, still facing away from him. "When were you going to tell me about this?"
JD looked guiltily away from her, staring at the closed white curtains, searching for a justifiable explanation.
"Uh, I was working up to it" he said lamely after a moment.
"Oh…" She still didn't turn around.
"Look Elliot" he said seriously, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, its just that you're always under so much stress I didn't want to add to your problems, I thought that-"
"Well you thought wrong!" she yelled, turning to face him, tears flowing freely from her eyes. "I'm not some poor hel-helpless girl that you have to protect! I'm a doctor! I deal with these things all the time!"
"Elliot, I'm sorry, don't be mad-" he said quietly reaching out to take her hand.
"Of course I'm not mad at you, you dummy; I just wish you could have told me. What if something goes wrong tomorrow? I mean, of course nothing will go wrong, but if it did I might never have got to see you again! And, and-" She threw herself onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his white gown.
JD patted her awkwardly on the back. What if something did go wrong tomorrow? He felt a massive ball of fear growing in his stomach, like a snowball rolling down a hill, and he mentally berated himself, forcing his mind to calm down. He knew he couldn't have a panic attack in front of Elliot.
After a while Elliot stopped crying and she moved into the chair next to the bed, sniffing, and wiping her nose on her sleeve unattractively.
"Do you ever think about, you know, us?" she asked timidly.
The question took JD by surprise; the thought had honestly not crossed his mind lately.
"Sometimes. But we both know that it wouldn't work, and now with this thing" he said pointing to his head, "It just… I don't know Elliot, everything is just so stuffed up at the moment"
Elliot gazed at him sadly, and stroked his hair, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Yeah I know, but the sex was great"
JD laughed. "Yeah it was"
Sorry about the stupid ending to this chapter, I also think it skipped over to much stuff. Oh well.
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