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 – Hmmm…Where have I been? It's been so long. Also have you ever noticed that uncharacteristically is a very long word? 20 letters!
Confession – I have never died in my entire life. ThoughI have lived.
Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Scrubs!
Chapter 14
The Janitor was mopping the floor; in fact, he had been mopping the floor for the past 4 hours. There was something missing. The hospital felt different but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked at his cart. Mop? Check. Bucket? Check. Windex? Check. Helpless victim? Damn! Where is he? A tall intern was passing and the Janitor removed the "caution – wet floor" sign, the result sent the naïve intern flailing to the ground with a shrill squeal.
The Janitor shook his head sadly and exhaled loudly. It just wasn't the same.
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Elliot tripped as she made her way up the steps of St Lukes Hospital, scattering the contents of her handbag everywhere as she feel to the ground. She hurriedly began scooping the objects back into her bag she uncharacteristically paid little attention to the handsome stranger who was giving her "the eye" as he bent down to assist her, instead she brushed him off with a mumbled "thanks" and once again began walking to the entrance.
"Hey Elliot" She heard a voice shout from behind her. "Wait up!" She turned and saw Carla and Turk walking in her direction, hand in hand, and gave a small reluctant smile. She had really wanted to be alone.
"Oh, hey Turk, hey Carla"
Turk nodded and Carla offered a "hey".
"I thought you had a shift tonight Turk" Elliot began as the three of them walked through the automatic doors.
"Yeah, I switched with The Todd. More important things to worry about, you know?" Turk said. Carla squeezed his hand reassuringly.
They were silent as they approached the foreign nurse's station. The hospital seemed to…sterile? Elliot thought. Don't be stupid, of course it's sterile, it's a damn hospital. But she still felt uncomfaortable enough to move closer into step beside the others.
"Uh, what's JD's room number?" Elliot asked the stern looking nurse behind the counter.
"Excuse me?" I am so stupid, how is she supposed to know who JD is. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Sorry" Carla corrected and giving Elliot a small smile. "We were wondering what room John Dorian was in? He was brought in 2 days ago"
The nurse nodded wearily and began typing on her computer. "Go down the hall and turn left, he's in room sixteen but I'm afraid you probably wont get to see him today, he's still in surgery at the moment and then he'll go into recovery"
They paid no attention to her words as they made their way down the corridor.
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The three friends did not expect to find anybody I JD's room when they arrived, especially not a fast asleep Dr Cox. They were so shocked that the better part of a minute was spent staring at the soundly sleeping figure.
"Oh, he looks so sweet and helpless when he's sleeping" Carla cooed. Secretly delighted at the thought that she'd brought about this change in the harsh doctor.
"Yeah, I bet they said that about the dinosaurs" Turk mumbled doubtfully
Elliot smiled as she gazed at him, "I think it's so sweet that Dr Cox would-"
"Do not finish that sentence there Barbie," Cox said as his eyes snapped open, making the others jump "unless you actually want to spend the rest of your working life disimpacting the bowls of old men who spend most of their days gorging on chilli and egg samwiches"
Elliot's mouth clamped shut, not game enough to offer a reply.
"It's good to see you here Perry, I'm sure JD was happy to see you" Carla said as she entered further into the room.
"JD? What are you talking about?" He said in a taken aback pitch. "I'm not here for JD; I'm here because this is the only place on this god forsaken planet where I can actually get some sleep without the constant temptings of some devil woman inhabiting my home and the everlasting cry of her hellish spawn screaming "feed me, feed me for gods sake please feed me" and now, thanks to you awful, awful people my only on truly relaxing place on this earth has been shattered into a million tiny pieces of broken dreams"
"Riiggght" Turk drawled, raising an eyebrow, unsurprised by his extended response, Carla on the other hand, was unsatisfied.
"Oh, come of it Perry, why can't you just admit that you're worried about him"
To any observer who had eyes, they would be able to see that Cox was not in a good mood. He was tired, hungry and he had just been woken from the only truly restful sleep he'd had in days. He didn't need this.
"Uh, how about this Dr Phil", he beganWhy don't you, stop talking before I get really angry and start-"
"Hey!" Turk interrupted, "Don't speak to Carla like that, she was just asking a question"
Carla turned on Turk, "I don't need you to protect me Turk"
"Yeah so butt out" Cox added.
"And you" she said rounding on Cox, "Don't disrespect me, I get enough of that being a Latino-woman at the hospital"
Elliot spoke up form the doorway, "Uh Carla, I don't think this had anything to do with you being Latino"
"Yeah? How would you know-" Carla spun once again
"I'm just saying, not everything had to do with your race" Elliot said hesitantly
"Turk back me up here" Carla demanded
Turk hesitated.
"What? Don't tell me you're too much of a prissy girl to defend yourself against a woman?" Cox goaded him.
"Hey shut up man! Like you can talk, you're too much of a coward to even have a proper conversation with anyone. Besides, she's really strong"
"Coward? Gee, that's rich. Let me tell you something there sports fan-"
""Let me tell you something there sports fans"" Turk mocked in a silly voice.
"Turk stop being so childish" Carla snapped.
"But baby-"
""But baby" You're a real mans man, boy-o " Cox ridiculed
Turk snapped and lunged at Dr Cox only to find his way blocked by his much smaller figure.
"Don't you dare Turk" Carla growled
"Carla, I love you, but you need to get out of my way. No-body insults my manhood and gets away with it" He ground out as he raised his fist for a killing blow.
Their arguing was prevented from becoming a full blown brawl by somebody softly clearing their throat at the door. Everybody in the room looked up from their compromising positions to see Dr Lombard, standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the scene he had just walked in on.
"Oh, hey there doc, how'd it go?" Dr Cox asked, in a conversational voice as if everything was normal.
"Uh, are you people Mr. Dorian's family?" The surgeon said, looking skeptically at Turk's black skin.
The occupants of the room looked around at each other, in the midst of their argument they had forgotten why they were all in this tiny room in the first place. Elliot was sitting rigidly at the base of the bed, clutching a pillow, looking for all the world like she was about to cry. They looked at Carla, who was a small but imposing figure standing in the middle of two burly men with minds set on kill mode. At Turk, who had a handful of Cox's shirt and was drawing back with his opposite hand ready to strike. And at Perry Cox, the most "mature" of the group who was only seconds before, goading Turk into a fight.
"Yeah" Carla said. "We're his family you got a problem with that?"
"Ok" said the surgeon half doubtfully, half scared by the woman's commanding tone. "Well, I'm pleased to say that there were no complications during surgery"
The tension in the room seemed to dissipate as everybody let out sighs of equal relief. Turk let go of Dr Cox's jacket and pulled Carla in for a kiss. Elliot smiled, thankful as Cox sunk back into his chair and closed his eyes and brought his hands up to massage his temples.
"But-"
Everybody looked back at him, waiting.
"- I'm afraid that the a very small part of the cancer has spread to an inoperable part of the brain, making it impossible to remove through surgery"
"Well, duh" Turk mumbled, somewhat desperately under his breath, only to receive a punch in the arm from Carla who was once again showing off her super strength.
"However, we are confident that through a series of Chemotherapy sessions we will be able to be rid of the tumor once and for all"
Nobody in the room seemed game enough to speak.
"Just how confident are you there doctor?" Came Cox's tired voice.
The surgeon looked away and rubbed his eyes in a weary gesture. "I'm sorry, but I rate his chances as fifty-fifty"
There was silence as the solemn doctor left the room.
I am so terribly sorry that I have not updated in so, so very long. But I have been so dreadfully pre-occupied; it's your job to guess where I was…
Was I…
a) Hibernating
b) Dead
c) Stuck in my oven
d) On a cruise in the Carribean
e) Other (please specify)
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P.P.S I am not going to apologies for poor writing anymore. I a good riter enny way.
P.P.P.S It's nearly Christmas!
P.P.P.P.S Did you notice that lots of my chapters end with silent rooms?