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J.D.'s POV

I was done checking on my patient right when I heard Elliot's scream. I rushed out of the room to find out what happened. Janitor was lying on the floor, unconscious. I walked over to him and kneeled down. He must be playing a prank. Maybe this was the big cheese! Mmm, I like cheese! But that's not what matters right now! The big cheese, as in the ultimate prank he's been waiting to pull!

Elliot rushed over to Janitor's side, took his hand, and felt for a pulse. "He's barely got a pulse!" she yelled. "We need a stretcher here, now!"

"Now, Elliot, I think he's just playing a prank, see?" I asked, slapping Janitor in the face fives times. He didn't wake up. I laughed nervously and attempted to shake him awake. "Come on, Janitor! Stop messing around!! Wake up and squirt me with your spray! Throw paint on me! Do something!"

He remained lifeless. I couldn't tell whether he was breathing or not. His chest wasn't rising and falling like normal chests do.

"I don't know, J.D., he doesn't look too good." Carla said worriedly.

"He's got some color in his face!" I pointed out. Well, his cheeks were a pink-ish red.

"Because you slapped him," Turk said, in a serious tone of voice. "Before you did, he looked pretty pale to me, and I'm a surgeon!"

Elliot gave me a menacing look. If looks could kill, I'd already be dead and buried! That was when it hit me. Maybe he wasn't playing around. He seriously needed medical attention.

"We need a stretcher, here, NOW!!" I yelled.

Elliot continued giving me her evil look while Carla gave her some medical equipment. Then, she looked down, slid a tube down Janitor's throat, and put an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth while Carla helped out. Another nurse came with the stretcher, right when Dr. Cox rushed out of his patient's room and saw what was happening.

"Oh my god!" he said once he saw who they were treating, rushing over to help. I stood there, frozen. Dr. Cox looked up and saw me. "If you're not going to do anything, Mary Jane, get out of the way!"

Without a word, I took a few steps back. Do something, J.D.! Why aren't you helping them? I tried to move, but my body didn't want to move. I guess I was in shock on how there is something wrong with Janitor.

I spun around and saw the Strawberry Allergy guy sitting in his room, waiting for his doctor to come. Feeling useless with Janitor, I walked into the Strawberry guy's room.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Dorian," I said to the Strawberry guy. I tried to focus on the patient, but I couldn't stop thinking about Janitor. Was he going to be okay? Will he be better real soon to start playing his pranks again? Will he get better? I thought these as I walked into Strawberry guy's room.

"What's going on out there?" Strawberry guy asked me, taking notice of the commotion outside of his room and not on what he needed.

I sighed. "Well, the Janitor's not feeling well...long story short, he's on the floor and everyone else is trying to help him." I explained.

"Oh," Strawberry guy said in a sad voice. "Shouldn't you go help them?"

"I want to help them, but...I don't know." I said, putting a hand on the back of my head. "Normally,he likes to play all sorts of pranks on me."

"Seriously?" Strawberry guy asked in disbelief.

"Do you know what kind of pranks he pulls on me?" I asked, ignoring Strawberry guy's question. "The most recent one was a week and a half ago, when he set a bunch of peacocks loose in my apartment! Took me a while to get them out of there! One of them pecked me on the hand, see?" I showed him my right hand where a triangular scar was on the top of my hand.

Strawberry guy laughed a little. "Heh heh. Really?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah. Birds like Janitor for some weird reason." I said.

"So you don't know whether to help him or not because of what he has done to you in the past?" Strawberry guy asked.

Now, that caught me by surprise. I was going to think it over, but then I noticed everything outside the room went silent. I poked my head out the door and saw that Elliot, Carla, Dr. Cox, Janitor, and the nurse were gone. Only Turk was standing outside. He saw me and walked over to me. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh man..." he said in shock.

"Turk, what happened?" I asked. "Is Janitor going to be okay?"

Turk ran his hand over his bald head and sighed. "Well, I couldn't really tell. He looks pretty bad." he explained. "Elliot, Carla, and Dr. Cox are treating him right now. The best thing for us to do right now is to go on with our day."

"Do you still plan to mess with Kelso's cake and do the World's Most Giant Doctor?" I asked. That was supposed to be part of our day.

Turk sadly shook his head. "Those are going to have to wait some other day, J.D." he said. Then, he turned around and walked off.

An hour and a half passed by when I finally saw Dr. Cox. He stepped out of an elevator.

"Dr. Cox!" I said, running over to him. "How's Janitor?"

Dr. Cox fumbled with a pen he had in his hand and then put it in the pocket of his white coat. "Well, he's stable right now." he began. "We had to draw some blood and Franklyn's currently running tests on him. Janitor's still out like a lamp, but he's resting in a room right now."

I nodded. I thanked Dr. Cox and went to go find Janitor's room. No point in asking Dr. Cox. He wouldn't tell me where it was. Besides, I didn't feel like being called a girl's name and ranted at, right now.

Elliot's POV

I stood in Janitor's room, staring at what has become of a cynical man who towered over everyone while wearing his blue-ish gray outfit, moving around the hospital. Now, he's lying in a bed, wearing a hospital gown, while being hooked to machines and having an IV in his right arm. Tears stung my eyes as I watched over him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Elliot?" asked a male voice.

I turned around and saw J.D. in the doorway. My anger began to rise once I saw his face.

"You jerk!" I cried with tears falling from my eyes. "How could you?"

"How could I what?" J.D. asked, obviously confused.

"You thought Janitor was playing a joke on you," I said. "You slap him, and you didn't help when he needed you the most!"

"Hey, with that guy, you can never tell if he's playing or not!" he said in his defense.

I didn't say anything. I just gave him an evil eye and punched him in the stomach. J.D. fell to the floor, clutching his stomach and groaning.

"Owwwww, why did you do do that?" J.D. whined.

Dr. Cox walked in, shuffling through some papers on a clipboard. "Well, Barbie, I got the test results." he said. He looked down and saw J.D. on the floor. "Move it or lose it, Miranda!"

J.D. got to his knees and crawled over to a chair, where he sat in it.

"That's better." Dr. Cox said. "Now, like I said, the test results came back and apparently, Janitor is suffering from poison inhalation."

"Poison?" I asked in horror. "How?"

"Well, I don't know," Dr. Cox said in his fake tone of disbelief at my "incompetence." "Maybe he had 5 lbs. of tuna for breakfast, or maybe, and juuuuusst 'maybe', it has to do with Kelso making that recent budget cut on the Janitor's cleaning products." Anyway, I've called an investigation of the products by checking the chemicals."

"Investigation?" J.D. asked, who had now recovered from the punch.

"Yes, Chloe, I said an investigation." Dr. Cox continued, digging his hands into his coat pockets. "Since Gandhi has nothing better to do right now, I asked him to take all of Janitor's cleaning supplies to the lab. They're looking at the chemicals in them and running tests on them. For all we know, the chemicals could prove to be fatal."

My throat choked up. Fatal? This can't be happening!

"Lucky for us, there's a pretty good chance of us saving Janitor." Dr. Cox finished taking a good long look at Janitor. "He was only exposed to the stuff for a week. Any longer and he could have dropped dead at any time after that."

With that, he and J.D. both left the room. I stayed and watched Janitor...