Dr. Cox's fantasy is courtesy of Twilight Power. He's the one who wrote it!!

Dr. Cox's POV

I sighed as I walked out of Janitor's room and over to the Nurse's Station. Carla looked up from the computer that she was typing on.

"What's the matter, Dr. Cox?" she asked. "Is it Janitor?"

"Sort of," I answered. "But also Kelso. I know he has something to do with all of this."

"Of course he'd have something to do with this," Gandhi said, walking in with two cups of coffee. He kissed Carla on the lips and handed her one of the coffees. He took the other one and sipped on it. "Kelso made all those budget cuts. He got the cheaper, knock-off no name brand of cleaners and gave them to Janitor, taking away all his old ones."

"Oh, wow, Gandhi, it took you that long to figure out?" I said in that high voice of mine when I get irritated. "Because I kinda figured that out right when Janitor fell!"

"I do remember when Janitor kept complaining about the quality of those cleaners," Carla said. "He went to Kelso about it, but he was too focused on eating that strawberry cheesecake."

"Darn mighty good cheesecake, too!" said an elderly voice.

Everyone turned to the entrance and saw Dr. Kelso walking in and holding a paper plate loaded with chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting. It must have been that triple decker cake Gandhi was talking about earlier. He had wanted to trash it with Margaret, but it was forgotten when Janitor needed our help. We all glared at him while he just stabbed his fork into the cake and took a bite nonchalantly.

"What's everyone so uptight about?" Dr. Kelso asked with his mouth full of cake. "Did I miss something?"

"Yes, you did miss something, Bob," I finished for him while crossing my arms. "One of your employees is on the brink of death."

Dr. Kelso proceeded in chewing his bite of cake and swallowing it. "So?" he asked.

Carla's jaw dropped open in shock. Gandhi stared at Kelso with wide eyes. Even I was somewhat surprised, but then again, Dr. Kelso didn't care much for anything but sweets and money. I bet anything that if he could he'd have a ménage-a-trois with the two of them. I was starting to get angry.

"Bobbo, this is what happens when you cut back on materials just to save a few nickels and dimes," I said, feeling my anger rising. "Janitor is lying on his deathbed. Your cutback caused him to suffer from poison inhalation."

Bob didn't say anything. He took another bite of cake and chewed.

"We may lose one of our own," Carla finished for me. "How does that make you feel?"

Bob swallowed his bite of cake. "Well, if he dies, we can afford the old cleaning supplies again and we won't have to worry about being sued by his family because, well, let's face it. He has no family!" he said. He looked to his right. "Now where did I leave my milk?"

He left the room to pursue his milk. I stared at him with an evil glare. "Gandhi, you still have that laxative?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of Bob.

"Right here!" Gandhi replied with glee, whipping the silver block from the pocket of his scrubs.

"Thanks, I'm going to need that," I said, taking it from Gandhi's hand. I unwrapped the silver foil, broke the chocolate into pieces, and sprinkled it all over Bob's piece of cake. I took a step back and looked at it with satisfaction. "He better enjoy this cake while he has it. It may be his last."

"Are you trying to kill him?" Gandhi asked.

"No, you moron." I said, irritated. "If Janitor dies, then Bob could be charged with murder."

"If Janitor dies, then he'll be haunting Kelso for the rest of his life." Gandhi joked.

No one laughed at his little joke. Though it could be possible. But Bob wouldn't care if Janitor died.

"Dr. Cox, I'm as angry as you are, but do you think that that laxative you're holding is going to solve anything?" Carla asked

"Well, we can always do plan "B"," I responded.

"What's plan "B"?" Carla asked, somewhat scared. I didn't respond. Instead, I tilted my head and started to drift away from reality, like Susan did so many times. Oh, god, I'm rubbing off her!

No POV

Dr. Kelso was sitting in his office, chowing down on his cake more, taking a few sips of milk in between lines when Turk and Dr. Cox flung the door open. "What's the meaning of this?" Kelso demanded.

"Grab his legs!" Dr. Cox yelled. At that point, they both lunged for Dr. Kelso, knocking him out of his chair. Turk pinned Kelso to the floor while Dr. Cox was pulling Kelso's head from his body. Eventually, Dr. Cox ripped Kelso's head off.

"I got it!!!" Dr. Cox exclaimed. Holding it like a football, Cox took started running through the hospital holding Kelso's head. Soon, he was outside of the hospital. After backing up a few steps for momentum, Cox started running at full speed, dropped Kelso's head and kicked it like a football. He then stopped running to see how far Kelso's head had gone. Within ten seconds it was out of sight.

"Wow, that's far," Dr. Cox said.

End Fantasy.

Dr. Cox's POV

With the fantasy over I shook my head, looked at Carla and said, "I have to find out how aerodynamic a head is, first."

Janitor's POV

Beep...Beep...Beep.

What the hell is that beeping noise and where is it coming from? And why am I so damn itchy? I began to move my right arm so I could scratch my left arm, but something was poking me. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a needle in my right arm, along with a long tube. Oh, no! It's happened! The government kidnapped me and is using me for test experiments! Oh, wait. It's one of those I.V. things. I wanted to pluck it out of my arm, but something, well, someone, preventing me from doing so. I looked to the end of the room and saw Blonde Doctor, sitting in a chair and sobbing to herself. Why is she crying? I hate to see her cry. I wanted to get up, walk over to her, and comfort her, but I couldn't. I was tied down by wires and needles.

I looked down and saw that I was lying in a bed and wearing one of those goofy looking hospital gowns. How did I end up here? Wasn't I mopping the floors a minute ago? But then I remembered what was happening. Blonde Doctor came up to me, asked me if I was feeling okay, I told her I was fine, then the next thing I know, I'm feeling dizzy and I guess I must have blacked out. Is she crying because of me?

"Janitor?" asked Elliot as she wiped her eyes.

I smiled a tiny smile. I made an attempt to sit up, but Elliot stopped me.

"Oh, Janitor, please don't try to sit up!" she said, rushing over to me. "Do you want a drink of water?"

I nodded. She's right. My vision was beginning to blur. I think I'm going to black out again. Elliot picked up a plastic pink pitcher that was sitting on the table next to me, poured out some water into a cup, and handed it to me. I took a small sip and put it down on the table. It did help me a little bit. The dizziness went away.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling disoriented and confused.

Elliot paused for a moment. She walked over to the chair she had been crying on, pulled it over to my bed, and sat down in it. "Dr. Cox says you're suffering from poison inhalation," she explained. "You passed out in the halls outside and we had to get you taken care of. Dr. Cox is blaming Dr. Kelso's budget cut for making you sick."

Kelso. I should have known. Those cleaners were of crappy quality. They were barely able to get the job done right. Kelso only made the budget cut so he could afford this triple decker cake he wanted so badly. He didn't want to pay for it out of his own pocket. Makes me wonder how much that cake cost.

"That was the best seventy-five dollars I ever spent!" I heard someone say. Guess my little question was answered. I looked out the door and saw Kelso, patting on his stomach. He walked into the room and over to my bed. "And how's our Janitor doing?"

I didn't say anything. I tried my best to give Kelso the evil eye, but it was making me a little tired.

"Pleasure to see you, Janitor!" Kelso said, walking away.

I felt my anger rising. The nerve of that guy. Once I get better, Kelso's gonna get what he deserves.