A/N Okay guys, here's the big revelation chapter. I hope you like it. I enjoyed writing it. If you do think its worth going forward with, please please review and tell me what you think, it might inspire further chapters…definitely inspires quicker updates. Thank you so very much for reviewing so far. I absolutely love it!

Chapter 3

Turk's POV

Okay, what the hell was that all about? Ever since he's come back, JD's been acting all weird. I mean he seems more spaced out than usual one minute, then becomes all happy the next, then looks totally depressed and then goes all goofy and normal all of a sudden. He's obviously not telling me something, I mean an idiot could tell that he was fighting with Dan, but when I asked him about it, he totally brushed me off. What's the deal? JD never hides anything from me, especially not Dan stuff. Hell, he loves bitching about Dan most of the time. Well, when it's not something major anyway. That's the thing about JD, he'll tell you all the smaller details in his life, about everything that's wrong with everything, but when it comes to the major stuff, he sort of skips over it and pretends like its no big deal. That's why I'm bothered by him being all incommunicado.

Looking across the nurse's station, I can tell Carla is on the same page as me. Also because she's been twirling her curls with her index finger, still staring at the spot JD was just in. She does that when she's in deep thought. See baby, I do know you.

"Baby, is it just me or is JD hiding something from us."

"Yea, there is definitely something wrong with him." Shazam!

"He seemed pretty upset with Dan. Did you catch any of what he was saying?"

"Turk! Are you suggesting that I eaves drop? Because that will not bode well for you."

"Baby!" This is so not the time for scary wife act.

"Something about Dan telling his mom something. I didn't quite catch it but it looked like JD was trying to keep something from his mom and Dan ratted on him."

"That's so typical of Dan. I mean the guy is cool and all, but he never comes through for JD. Did you know, this one time JD accidentally broke her lamp, because Dan was trying to see if JD could fly if he threw him around the living room. Then when his mom came home and he blamed it all on JD."

"What did his mom do?"

"Oh nothing, she's more of the nurturing type mom, she gives the disappointed stare and makes you feel like crap without actually laying a finger on you."

"You know, JD does that too. I guess he gets it from his mom."

"Hells yea, he can make you feel guilty without even looking at you. Anyway, the point is, this is typical Dan. I don't get why JD's being so secretive about the whole thing. Normally he'd be moaning and bitching about how unfair his life is by now."

"I'm sure he'll tell us soon enough. He can't hold out for more than a day, I bet he'll start getting cramps from keeping it all inside for so long."

"Do you get cramps when you can't tell someone something?"

"Sometimes." Awe, my Latina princess is so cute, its not even weird that she gets a physical reaction to holding all the gossip inside.

"You think I should go check on him. See if he wants to play hide the saltine?"

"You just really want to play don't you?"

"No….yes." we haven't played in three weeks! He was all tired and exhausted the week before he left, so we didn't get to do anything fun. Now that he's back, I need someone to goof off with.

"I think you need to leave him alone, he'll come to you when he wants to talk. He always does."

"You're right baby." She is, she's always right, about everything, every single time. Which is why…

……………..

"JD we need to talk."

"Sure, what's Brown Bear."

"Look, obviously something's bothering you. I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it."

"Nah, its nothing, (coughs a little) I had a little pickle with Dan, I'm over it. Nothing to talk about." Ha, he said pickle. It always gets me when he uses that word. I should try and use it in a sentence.

"I love pickles."

"That you do my friend. Wanna go grab lunch and talk about how hard married life is?"

"Yea, that sounds like fun…" Wait he totally got me off track. He's getting sneaky, normally I'd be proud but he can't use that on me.

"But are you sure you don't want to talk about whatever that was? Maybe complain a little, whine if you like? You know I'll listen if you want to talk."

"Thanks buddy, but there really isn't anything to say. But I'll haller if I need to caller!"

"For shizzle. You wanna play hide the saltine after lunch?"

"Hells to yes SCB!" I missed this. I'm almost glad we didn't go into any details, I want to be there for him but if he's over it so soon, then it probably isn't that important, and he's just recently stopped obsessively talking about all his smaller issues in life. I don't want to encourage an encore of JD's "I'm down in the dumps and can't stop talking about it" phase.

Besides, he's back to being normal and Vanilla bear-ish, that's what I wanted and I'm just glad that's what I got.

"I just have to make a quick call…" He's cut off mid-sentence Is that my pager? No that's JD's. He's looks confused by it for a second.

"Why is Carla paging me to the nurse's station? I was there a minute ago."

"Let's go find out."

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Carla's POV

"Is my son alright? You work with him right? Where is he? Can I speak to him?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, who's your son?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's Doctor John Dorian." What? Why would he not be alright? Why is JD's mom crying like this?

"Okay just stay calm Mrs. Dorian, I'm paging JD."

"How is he?"

"He's fine. There's nothing to worry about." Is there? I don't get it, first JD's been acting so strange all day, then the argument with his brother and now this? Something is definitely going on. Where is Turk? I need to tell someone about this. Oh, wait first I need JD.

As I page him, I can't help but worry a little, actually a lot. I've never even spoken to JD's mom before, but from what I've heard, she didn't sound like she got easily ruffled. Then again, I'm just going by what I see in JD. Yea, he's a scrawny little guy, but he doesn't get shaken up easily. Never seen him cry, hardly ever loses his temper and almost never shows any outward display of fear. Unless you count the screaming like a girl part, that he does whenever there are loud noises. Aside from that though, he's pretty solid, and I always thought his mom would be too.

"Who am I talking to? Are you close to my son?"

"I'm nurse Espinoze, Turk's wife."

"Oh You're Carla. JD talks about you all the time." Awe he does? "Carla, who's taking care of him right now?" What is she talking about?

"I…"

"You rang Carla?" JD says, making his voice all deep and husky, trying to be coy. He can be such a nerd sometimes. Of course he ruins his efforts by coughing. "Excuse me, that came from nowhere….anyways…paged me?" I almost forget I'm holding the receiver in my hand…but all of a sudden warning bells start going of in my head.

"JD you're mom's on the phone. She's really upset. She wants to know if you're alright?" I know I'm doing my staple 'Bunch- my- shoulders-spread-out-my-hand thing' like I'm asking a question, but he totally ignores me and grabs the phone. What, was I not clear enough? This isn't over mister. I'm Carla, my mother hen abilities surpass all others.

"Hey mom." I can't make out what his mom's saying but she is obviously shaken.

"No. I'm fine mom. Calm down and please stop crying. No…no that was a mistake. Listen…urm." He looks up at me, as if making sure that I'm still there. "let…(coughs away from the phone) urm…let me call you on my cell phone in a few minutes okay. I can't talk right now. Sh…its okay mom, I'm absolutely fine. Don't worry, I'll explain everything." He whispered those last few sentences but I heard every word. When he put the phone down, I couldn't help myself. I grabbed hold of his face, in the most motherly way possible.

"JD, you're not telling us something. What's wrong? Why was your mom so worried about you." He just stares at me for a second. I can see the wheels in his head turning. He's obviously looking for a way to avoid the question. He's about to open his mouth but I interrupt again. "The truth, JD!"

"Its nothing, Dan is just being an Idiot and my mom took it all the wrong way. Family issues, you know how it is." I'm not convinced at all but he doesn't let me ask anymore questions. "I gatta go clear things up with her. I'll see you later." With that he just walks away. My gut says I should keep a look out for him from now on. That kid is many things, but a liar is not one of those things. He can do it, but no way is he good at it.

There ain't no way he's getting away with this. Now where's Turk, I need to tell someone or I'll go crazy. So I need to gossip, big deal, I'm not the only one. Besides, in this hell hole, a girl needs to feel like she's important, and I'm the provider of vital information. I'm like a highly important internet site, like google. Who am I kidding, I'm Parez Hilton! Now where's my husband?

…………………..

JD's POV

I don't get it, what is with my family. Hello, I do have a cell phone! But no, they have to call at the hospital phone, to Carla of all people. Now the whole hospital will know something's wrong. I have to come up with a really good cover up now. Okay JD…think…think…first, what are you going to tell mom?

Okay you're a Doctor, this should be easy….

"Hey JD"

"Hey Dug" That's it! OH man I love this place. Okay, I'm going to call mom and use Dug as my inspiration.

"Hey mom."

"Sweetie…whats going on?"

"Awe mom I'm sorry…look don't cry, nothing happened. It's all a big mistake."

" What do you mean? Dan said he was there the whole time and…"

"Yea I know, but they switched my file. It wasn't me they were talking about. It happens all the time. They called me yesterday and told me, I didn't get a chance to tell Dan. "

"Honey, why didn't you tell me about any of this in the first place?"

"I didn't want to worry you. And it wasn't such a big deal."

"Of course it's a big deal JD…anything that happens to you is a big deal to me, you should know that." You know, it's strange, I know I idealize my mom, and her concern for me is like a balm most of the times, but right now, when I'm lying to her so blatantly, its irritating that she's so worried. I guess it's because I've spent all my life wanting people to help me, to care for me, and the one time I don't want it, I'm having it dangled in my face. It's just so unfair.

"Thanks mom, I know. But you don't have to worry anymore, nothing is wrong. I'm fine, everything is under control. I've gone back to work too, so it/s all good."

"You sure honey?" For a second I hesitate, but then I realize that she's probably been crying ever since Dan told her. I don't want her to be like that, I've got a long road ahead of me. Why make her part of it?

"Yea. I'm sure. I gatta go now mom. Losts of work to do. I'll call you later okay."

"Alright sweetie. Take care of yourself and remember…mom loves you."

"You too mom. Bye."

Okay, she seems to have bought that. Now I have to figure out how to get the rest of the gang off my back…

"V—Bear! You coming for lunch or what?" Oh right I forgot about that.

"Right behind you mocha bear!"

We didn't actually discuss Turk's married life at lunch, mostly because Carla was there too. What we did do was, have a staring contest. Actually it was Turk and Carla staring at me, while I tried to stare at the hot nurse Teena sitting behind them. They were obviously trying to figure out what was going on with me, but if they thought they were being discreet, they weren't.

"So you gonna tell us or do we have to pry it out of you?" Here we go again.

"You know what you can pry put of me…" Oh no, is don't let Todd sit here Carla!

"Keep walking Casanove." Yes, I love it when she mind reads….wait a minute….Todd just gace me the perfect idea for a cover story.

"Okay fine. You want to know what happened, I'll tell you."

"That's right my man, just let it all out. The T dog is here for you (Carla gives him a dirty look) and Carla too."

"Thanks. Anyway, Dan and I ended up driving to Vagas the night I landed, over there I met the amazing bartender. We fell in love instantly, got crazy drunk, had animal sex on the pool table…and then got married." Oh well, so what if she didn't ask me out, she will forever be my fake wife.

"What! You got married in Vagas!" That was totally in unison. I wonder if they practice.

"Yea, but only for the night, because she divorced me the next day, when she became sober and realized that I wasn't really her ex boyfriend." Actually that sounds depressingly like something that would happen to me.

"You got married without me there!!!" Oh man! Turk is making me feel guilty for a fake marriage. How does he do that?"

"That doesn't even count Turk, I barely remember being married."

"It does count and you know it!" I think I've opened a totally new can of worms here.

"I'm sorry brown bear, you know I would never get married without you if I was sober. Plus when I get married for real, you're going to be the best man, you know that."

"Still. You only get married the first time, the first time. And I invited you for my wedding." Oh I have him there.

"Turk you didn't even show up for your own wedding. So technically I wasn't there when you got married either."

"That's a good point." Ha…this is the best fake conversation I've ever had!

"Wait, I still don't get why your mom was so upset." Oh…right…that part. Darn it Carla, why can't you let go of the minor details, like ever!

"Urm, She was worried…because she thinks I'm really sensitive and getting divorced one day after getting married would have been traumatizing for me." I was trying to make it sound like I wasn't making this up as I went along, but it sort of came out monotone. I don't think they noticed though.

"You are a sensi man. " Yup, didn't notice!

"Awe Bambi, I can't believe you got married. Have you told Elliot yet?"

"Why would I tell her. She's with Keith, it shouldn't matter. Besides, I was drunk, its not like I had a huge chapel wedding and didn't invite her."

"Yea, it's probably best you don't, she's going to go crazy once she realizes that all her friends got married before her." Man all these complications in fake story were not anticipated. I bet I'll have to smooth things over with her too, once she hears about it. She will hear about it too, this is Carla after all. There is no way the entire hospital won't be up my butt over the whole thing. At least they'll be focused on other things though. I don't mind being the butt end of controversy; it's a lot better than being at the end of…anyway…all in good time I guess.

"Next time I get married, not only do I want to be sober, I want doves to fly out of a white carriage. And there need to be tons of daisies everywhere. Do men get to hold bouquets?" I would too, if I had the chance to do all of that. I even have a wedding planner in my locker. I bought it when I was dating Julie and also pretending not to go too fast in the relationship. That so didn't work ut for me.

"Oh my god, can you be a bigger dork? What did you do after you got divorced?"

"I lay in Dan's apartment cuddling with my stuffed unicorn and watching Gilmore girls all two weeks."

"Oh so that's why you seemed so low. Poor Bambi, why didn't you tell us?"

"I was embarrassed." Okay they need to get off this topic, even I'm starting to believe myself.

"Anyway, Turk, do you wanna go to the scooter rally this weekend?"

"I don't have a scooter anymore remember. Because "some people" wouldn't let me keep my scooter." He still hasn't forgiven Carla for that huh?

"I wasn't planning on taking part anyway, you can take mine and I can cheer for you."

"Oh, it'll be like playing basketball."

"Exactly!" I'm glad he agreed, I've missed spending time with Turk these past couple of weeks, and I know he wanted to go to the scooter rally for a while. There's no way I'd be able to do the rally anymore, but at least this way I can still be part of it.

"Okay cool. I should get back to work now."

"See ya JD."

…………………

It's been a week since I came back and the whole fake marriage and divorce story has finally blown over. Unfortunately, Elliot found out about the whole thing and is now officially not talking to me anymore. She's been asserting her anger all week by knocking all my charts from my hands every time she sees me. This in itself is not the problem, the problem is the Janitor.

"hey meathead, lets throw stuff around." And so he's got my stethoscope, my pen and, somehow, my shoes too. How did he do that?

"Janitor not today." Its true, today has been a particularly tiring day. It;s not even half done and I already feel like keeling over. I've been panting every few minutes and have been deliberately waiting for orderlies with empty gurneys to pass by so I can hitch a ride to where ever I want to go. Actually, I think if I bribe Davis the bald orderly, he might let me hire him as a hospital taxi for today. Honestly though, I just don't have it in me right now, to do anything but lie down. Not for this especially.

"Oh yea and why not? Am I not important enough for you to talk to? You only play games with Blonde Doctor, Is that it?"

"What? No…I.." I can't continue as a bout of dry cough takes over yet again. I've been trying to suppress it all day, especially in front of patients but it's not working very well. "Listen, you're really.." Damn cough! "Can we do this later? I have work to get back to."

"Oh so only your work is important, mine isn't. That's right, janitors don't do any work…" I basically wasn't listening anymore because it's pointless going up this road again. Instead, my head was beginning to spin and I was trying to figure out which was up. The Janitor's face was going in and out of focus, like a bad camera trick. Then suddenly everything came back to focus again and I realized that the Janitor had stopped talking.

"You didn't hear anything I said did you?"

"No. not really." Oh well if he's going to harass me anyway, what's the point in lying.

"You make me so mad, I might actually go out and kill people if I step outside this door right this second."

Imagines the Janitor bursting through the hospital doors with a window cleaner spray bottle. "Die sick people, tired Doctors and overworked nurses Die!!!" He yells, spraying everyone in the face. One doctor gets windex square in the eyes, and his face melts. Another nurse gets some on her scrubs and start to cry. "No! not my pink scrubs!" Then the Janitor turns to JD. "This is all your fault! He points the Windex at JD's pants. JD begins to run the other way in slow motion and gets some on his butt for all his efforts.

"Oh it would be wet down there."

"You're an idiot."

"Yes, can I have my stuff back? You can get me back for whatever you want, after work. I have a patient to see right now and she's been waiting for a while to find out what's wrong with her."

"Untill we meet again then." I bet he thinks of himself as a medieval king. Oh well, at least I got my stuff back.

"I guess I should expect a horrible retaliation for night?"

"Oh you have no idea." Great, just what I need.

………………..

Okay, the day had gotten progressively worse. I can't seem to stop coughing, I've been trying to keep it on the DL around patients but the tremors keep getting more and more obvious. Not to mention the fact that I almost passed out from climbing up and then down the stairs for two separate emergencies. I'm leaning against the railing outside, pretending to watch the football match, but in reality, all I see is stars. I can barely breathe and I'm afraid that if someone else codes today, I'll be the next one to be wheeled in right along with them.

"Dr Dorian." Oh, didn't even notice Dr. Kelso come out.

"Yes sir?"

"Take the rest of the day off." What?

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want me to say it slowly or in moron? Because I'm sure I spoke quite clearly."

"No I mean, why?"

"We both know why Dr Dorian." Oh he's cutting me a break. I'm not sure if I want to take it, I know I definitely need to, but actually going home in the middle of a shift seems a little too…obvious.

"What do I tell Dr Cox?"

"Son, I'm the chief of staff here dammit. I don't have to explain myself to anyone, so when I tell you to leave, you leave because I tell you to. Who is Dr Cox to ask me why?"

At first I didn't get it, but then it dawned on me. All I had to tell Dr Cox was that Dr Kelso gave me the day off. He does do that occasionally, when he wants to push the interns to do better or to give more work to Dr Cox. Granted, I usually never leave like other attendings do, but I don't think it's a good idea for me stay today.

"Thank you sir."

"Whatever, I get to rub something in Perry's face. It's a win win situation." I smiled at that. I was going to get one up on Dr Cox too, this had to be a good thing. Still, I felt like I was forgetting something important. I just couldn't put my finger on it. The feeling kept nagging me as I went to get my stuff from my locker, but nothing came to mind.

When I finally came back out, Dr Kelso was still standing outside, yelling at Ted, Turk and Lani were playing basketball and Carla had taken over my spot on the railing. I was just about to pass them and get onto Sasha when the Janitor came out of nowhere, swinging on a cable, and grabbed me by the caller, slamming me into the wall next to the parking lot. So that's what I was forgetting….ouch.

I must have passed out for a few seconds because when I came to, I was on the floor, with everyone gathered around me. They didn't look particularly concerned though, because this sort of stuff does happen all the time. The only thing is, normally, I just get up shrug the whole thing off with a joke, this time though, I can't.

I can't breathe

I try desperately to heave some oxygen into my lungs but its just not working. I panic for a moment, darting my eyes from Turk to Carla to Dr Keslo. Dr Keslo immediately takes control of the situation.

"OK give the man some room to breathe." He says, slowly pulling me up to a sitting position. I quickly whisper into his ear that I can't breathe. He doesn't acknowledge it but I can tell that he heard.

"Nurse Turkleton, go grab the Janitor for me. His head is about to be the new trophy on my wall…finally." I didn't even realize that the Janitor was missing. Probably swung back into his bad cave.

"JD? You okay man? " I smile back at my best friend, or at least in his general direaction.

"I'll be right back buddy." I think he's a little worried. This has happened before though, so I don't expect him to go off the hook. We are right next to a hospital after all. At least this time I have people around me, most of the times I just lie there for a few hours until someone notices that the janitor has pulled a …Janitor on me.

"Bambi? How's your head"

"It's the usual." I wheeze out. It's really not my head that I'm worried about.

"Okay take it easy, we got you. And I swear to god, that Janitor is going to cry like a little girl once I'm through with him."

I'm starting to get restless at this point though, because there is literally no air going into my lungs. I'm like ziplock bag!

I can feel Carla's hand rubbing my back as I huff a little bit.

"Okay Nurse Turkleton, go grab an ice pack to stop the bleeding. I'm going to escort Dr Dorian into the hospital." Carla is giving Dr Kelso a curious look. I would too if I saw him being nice to anyone else in front of me. But I know he's a good guy on the inside. Deep down, as in millions of miles down. "Move woman." With that Carla springs to her feet and walks away in a huff.

"Okay Dr Dorian, I'm giving you my wife's inhaler right now, take a few wiffs of it and see if that helps." I do as he tells me, and surprisingly, it does help. Just after inhaling twice, I feel my lungs open up a little. Thank god, I felt like I was back on the swim team again, trying to hold my breath under water. Not the most fun times. Its never been this acute before, but I've had this feeling off and on lately, its really starting to scare me.

"Thanks sir. " I breathe out.

"Okay, go with nurse Turkleton and I'll see if I can get you a ride home. I imagine that's where you're heading right after she's done with you."

"Yes. I believe I am." Oh well, at least now I have a valid reason to go home, in front of everyone else at least.

"Don't forget what we talked about, especially after this little…whatever this was."

"I won't" He's right too, I need to be really careful if I'm going to continue to work here. He just nods at me and leaves as Carla comes to take over.

"Poor Bambi! How you feeling? Where does it hurt?" Now that I can breathe again, I realize that my head really is killing me.

"Ginormous headache."

"Come on, I've got an ice pack with your name on it, and some pain killers."

"Good, painkillers are really good!"

Leading me to the nurse station, she sat me down on one of the chairs to take care of my injuries.

"Malina! What did you do?" Oh no Dr Cox! Here comes all the quibbling I'm about to reply when Carla cuts him.

"The Janitor." Carla cuts in. "Now leave him alone, he got slammed into the wall."

"I should go thank the man. By gosh I know I wanted to do it for ages."

"What…" I am again rudely interrupted by my own bout of coughing. "What…that the best you can do Dr Cox? You can do better insults in your sleep. Come on, kicking me when I'm down is your forte." I know it's totally uncalled for but Dr Cox has been grating my nerves all week. He's been giving me extra patients when I already have my own, making me run around the hospital to do all sorts of stuff, just because he can. Sadly for me, no matter how much I want him to stay away, I can't actually so no to him, so I've been over working myself because of it. And now, he comes in here, making fun of me while I'm sick, tired and hurt. It is totally unnecessary. Granted, he doesn't actually know that he needs to concern himself with most of these problems, but still, sometimes it feels good to get things off my chest.

"Why Newbie, you're absolutely right. I do have plenty of new material. Let's see, this list of things I enjoy more than kicking you when you're down, is brought to you by the overworked, underpaid and highly annoyed Doctor foundation. Lets see…ahh….hummm…actually the only thing in this list is…sex with my wife. In fact if I could make you feel miserable while still having sex with her highness, I'd probably go right to heaven after that. Of course having to look at you while having sex would probably make me gag, thus defeating the purpose of making myself feel just so gosh darn dandy….

"Okay, we all get it. You don't care, now what say you scadadle while I try to figure out which way is up." I'm surprising myself with my new found ability to talk back to Dr Cox but hell I've been under his wing for the past six years, something should stick. I could of course blame it on the searing pain in my head that's making me Mr. Grumpy, but I'd like to think it's more about the protégé thing.

"Charlie, you make me so angry, I want to kill myself."

"Charlie is a guy's name." Yay me, I'm on a roll. And why is everyone talking about killing themselves around me anyway?

"It could very well be a girl's name Newbie, and I just don't care if you don't agree because any name on you will automatically be a girl's name because you are in fact a girl."

"Hold still Bambi…this might hurt." She's calling me Bambi again, she must be worried. I didn't even notice I was bleeding until she said that. I guess arguing with Dr Cox helped a little. I wouldn't be surprised if that was his intention all along. I should be nicer to him. Ouch, that cotton ball that Carla is mercilessly jabbing in my head is freakishly cold and wet and it's making my head feel like it's on fire. I feel like I'm nightrider, only without all the fancy bike and cool power, just a head that's actually on fire. That movie really sucked. Anyways…this hurts. I try not to wince too hard though. This new need to hide my emotions seems to be restraining every little thing I do these days. Unfortunately, I do end up hissing a little, which makes Carla apologize softly.

"It's okay." I whisper back.

"I'm going to kill that janitor! Where is Turk!"

"JD, the Janitor would like to say something." There he is. Who's he with, I can't see because my head is in Carla's hands.

"Your head is shaped like a pear." Of course, first knock me out and then make fun of me, classic Janitor.

"You know Janitor, nurse's handle many different type of needles, I would hate for one of them to find their way into your rectum."

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry you got knocked unconscious."

"And…"

"IAnd it won't happen again." That's so not true, he probably means the exact same thing won't happen again. I won't say that out loud though because he'll probably maim me for it.

"Apology accepted." Do I really have a choice?

"Oh good you're all here. Dr. Dorian, your ride is waiting outside, you're free to go. Perry, you'll be taking over all his cases. Dr. Turkleton get back to work, Nurse Turkleton get me a muffin and Janitor, in my office, Now!" It's like Dr Kelso is the captain of a ship.

Imagines all the staff as pirate and Dr. Kelso with a eye patch, an earing and a bandana, yelling out orders. "Aye, Aye captain," yells Turk who swings off an IV pole and launches himself into the surgical ward. JD, walks in with a cup of coffee. "This pirate um takes an awful lot like coffee from the nurse's station, arg" "Don't be you so picky now boy, I made that coffee." Says Carla who is pointing her sward at him.

Carla would make a killer pirate woman. Anyway, we were all about to do as asked of us, except for Dr Cox.

"Wait a minute, he gets to leave because he got hit in the head? My god, he actually might be thinking straight for once in his life and you want to deprive his patients of proper care they might never get otherwise?" That's so uncalled for. Sometimes Dr. Cox really pushes all the wrong buttons.

"No, he gets to go because I let him. You have a problem with that, take it up with my ass." With that, Dr. Kelso turned around and left.

"Good job there Newbie, you finally joined the Devil himself. What a surprise." Oh so that's what all the hostility is about. He thinks I've stopped being his protégé and have gone on to the dark side. Interesting, that's how well he knows me after seven years. I can't say what hurts more, my head, the fact that I have to keep the biggest secret of my life from all my friends or Dr Cox, finally admitting that he never had any faith in me to begin with.

"Thanks Perry, thanks a lot. It's been a real pleasure being on your "side' because I got to have your unfailing faith in me as a token of remembrance as you subtly tossed me on my ass. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go pass out on my apartment floor and pretend like the last seven years didn't happen. Clearly, the didn't happen for you to begin with." With that, I turn around, and slowly make my way out. I'm so mad that I find it hard to breathe again, not in the same way as before though, more in a 'life is suffocating' kind of way.

Its days like these when finding out that you have a terminal illness doesn't seem like the worst thing in the world, because it's things like these that I'm probably going to miss out on when I finally say adios. Big woop.

Pulminary Fibrosis has nothing on Dr. Cox!

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