Note-Don't own Scrubs. If I have put any references in this story that offend you, I'd like to apologise beforehand, but this has been toned way down from my original, so hopefully that wont be a problem. Thanks for reading!

Brain cancer is not a good thing to have when you work in medicine. Some people assume that doctors don't get sick. I was one of those people.

"Gee, Gladys, what's with the grumpy face? Did you just get dumped by your boyfriend, or did you fail cheerleading tryouts, or did your brand new hairstyle just not go as planned? Whatever happened in your annoying little existence I am very sorry for but can you please try to stop Mr. Cardon from going past his expiry date so that we can all get on with our lives?"

I sighed, and walked off. Dr Cox wasn't helping my depression state. Suddenly the ground moved under my feet. I grabbed at the wall to stop myself from falling.

"JD, are you alright?" came the voice of Elliot. Suddenly, I could understand why Dr Cox found her voice so annoying. It was squeaky, and a few thousand decibels higher than everyone else's.

"I'm fine. Now move, Blondie, I have to get to my patient!" I snapped.

"JD…?" Elliot said. Her voice was soft, hurt. I suddenly came back to reality.

"Sorry, Elliot. I'm not feeling myself today. I'm ok…" I said, and I stumbled past her and into Mr. Cardon's room.

"Good morning, Mr. Cardon!" I grinned.

"Dr Dorian, are you alright?" said my patient. I realized all of a sudden that the room was swimming again, and I was clutching at the wall.

"I'm fine. Just a cold!" I told him and myself.

"You might want to see a doctor…"

I laughed skeptically.

"Mr. Cardon, I am a doctor. I can tell when it's serious and when it's terminal, thank you very much!"

And with that I walked out, without even checking up on him.

As I walked out, my vision blurred and I collapsed on the floor. Doug came to help me up.

"Are you ok?"

But I couldn't see a boy trying to help. I saw a pathetic, whining loser who caused chaos wherever he went.

"Get away from me, idiot!" I snapped, swatting him away.

"Hey, he was only trying to help!" yelled Carla from the nurse's desk.

"And of course, the nurse who's always right! An argument wouldn't be over without Carla's opinion!" I retorted.

"What did you just say about my wife? Get a grip, JD!" yelled Turk angrily.

"Get a grip? What do you know about healthcare? Go back to where you came from!"

Startled gasps echoed around the hospital.

"Oh-ho, look at that, he's finally cracked!" commented the Janitor.

"I don't need any crap from you, either! Making my life hell every single day, when it's already bad enough as it gets!"

Then it came.

The voice that would be my downfall.

"Now, Newbie…"

"Now Newbie what? Go on; take another shot at my life, which is obviously meaningless in your eyes! Or are you such a narcissist that everyone's meaningless except you? What have you got to complain about, when you already have everything you could possibly want?"

With that, I turned and pushed my way through the hospital doors, clutching my head.

"Dr. Dorian, may I remind you that you have a job to do?" snapped Dr. Kelso. But I ignored him, and the stunned, gradually building whispers that I left behind. Laverne was most likely already on the phone. People who had never met me would be talking about this for months.

As soon as I was home, I locked the door and threw myself onto the bed. What the hell was wrong with me? I guess I already knew the answer to that question. I just didn't want to admit to it.

I fell into a deep sleep very quickly. I was only woken up at 10 in the evening by the key turn in the lock. Turk and Carla were home.

There was a knock at my door. How could I answer? I had insulted Carla's pride and Turk's orientation.

"Bambi?" came Carla's voice, soft and sympathetic, from the other side of the door.

"Leave it, baby" I heard Turk say from the other end of the room.

"I'm not mad at you, Bambi. Just tell us what's wrong"

I was silent, barely daring to breathe or move.

"JD? I think he's asleep…"

Carla moved away from my door. I breathed out in relief. I heard them silently go into their bedroom and go to sleep.

I lay awake until 3 am. Then I got out of bed, unlocked the door, and left the apartment.