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Author's Note: So this is my chapter 3, not to much else to say about that. Yup...so I hope you like it. I don't know, I sort of am having mixed feelings. I really like the pt 1 better, but this one will get good soon, or you'll hate it. I don't know.

Chapter 3

Every person is equal when you're high. Girls, guys, it doesn't make a difference, just as long as there's another body giving heat to your own. It's the next morning that gives you the pleasant bitch slap into reality. You can barely remember your own name, much less who that red headed, anorexic, heroin chic model next to you is.

The great equalizer. Where George Clooney and Pauly Shore are the same person, where you can't tell if it was Nicole Kidman you made see God the night before or some drag queen that calls himself Nicole.

That's why I always felt safer shooting up in my own house. All you get the next morning is the awkward walk to a dumpster with what used to be your favorite jacket. Some people wake up surrounded by their fellow users.

I however would spend my morning afters surrounded by crafts.

"Hmm," I sighed, looking at a placemat I had painted, realizing it was not done with a brush or my hand.

The place was a wreck but I didn't have time to clean it, I was already late enough...

"So what was up with you last night?" Turk asked. I raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about. "I invited you to get drinks last night and you said something about crafts and needing more paint."

"I must've been sleep talking," I lied.

"Were you having that dream where you renovate the Brady House again?"

"Yeah," I said, angry that I hadn't thought of that myself. "I wonder if that means anything."

"You're destined to be an interior decorator," he said with a shrug. "I don't know, I'm not a shrink."

"You know what doesn't shrink?" Came a new voice.

"Not today, Todd," we both said with a sigh.

"And that one doesn't even make sense!" Turk said with frustration in his voice.

"Oh, The Todd just had to get himself drug tested today. Clean five!" Turk sighed and accepted the slap. "Yeah, apparently the whole surgical department has to do it this week."

"Unless my diabetes pills are suddenly illegal, they got nothing on me!" Turk said confidently. "Am I right Jay Dawg?"

"Yeah," I said, my eyes slightly glazed from fear. Kelso wasn't kidding. They really were doing random drug tests. "So what grounds do they have to run these?"

"Mostly paranoia after that chicks OD last month," The Todd said. I cringed, it was still a sore subject. Turk caught my look and started walking The Todd away. I slowly walked to the nurses station to hang out with Carla.

"Hey Carla, how goes the nursing tryouts?" Carla groaned.

"They tested C today, I'm assuming that's also the grades she got on the exam to become a nurse. We've got three patients doped on morphine because she thought it was the sedative."

"Well, they do seem sedated."

"Not to mention high," Carla growled. I couldn't help but notice that most of the things happening around me seemed to be ironically related to drug use. "I'm casting my vote for the murse. He's actually a transfer from a better hospital, I'm not sure why."

"Well, I'm sure Elliot will be excited, you know how she feels about male nurses," I said, aiming for the joke.

"Not anymore," Carla said laughing. "Did you not hear about her brother and Stephen's, um, interesting website?"

I shuddered and walked away, that was more than enough gossip for one day.

"Aw, Ms. Jorgie, I told you I didn't want to see you here again," I said to the sweet little sixteen year old girl with a recurring case of mono. She glared.

"Bite me Dorian," I was taken aback. The last time she'd been through she was much nicer.

"Well maybe I would if I weren't so certain I would catch a disease," I responded. Her jaw dropped and she turned away from me. I made a slight victory laugh before seeing Dr. Cox behind me, shutting me up instantly.

"What have I taught you about berating your patients, Natalie?" He asked. I thought hard, afraid that somewhere along the lines I was forgetting something.

"Nothing?" I chanced. Dr. Cox laughed.

"Exactly," my breathing returned to normal as I let out a sigh of relief. "Now go change your undershirt, Joyce. It's a little bit unnerving to see the blood on your arm."

I looked at my arm and sure enough there was a slowly growing red spot. I took off into the break room as Dr. Cox watched on, confused.

I ran water across my arm to get the caked on blood off. The only thing I could think that would've happened would be that I cut myself the night before and had been too high to fix it up. It was another minus to drug use, the injuries you don't discover until later.

"Wow, JD, that's a gusher, do you need me to stitch it?" I jumped at Elliot's voice.

"I'm fine," I said shakily, covering the fresh glowing marks on my arm. "You forget that I too am a doctor."

"Whatever," she said with a shrug before falling into the break room couch.

"So...Barry..." I started, applying pressure to the cut. Elliot threw a pillow at me and laughed. "Sorry about that, the whole me not being here thing."

"It's not big, just next time you get quarantined call or something."

I pulled the clothe from my arm and released a guilt ridden sigh. "Yeah, quarantined..."

Author's Note: So yeah, you know the drill, review and all that jazz.