J.D.'s POV

The next day, I had been busy most of the morning with patients. I stopped over with Carla, who was coming back from the lab. She must have been running some kind of test. Probably on some other patient.

"What's up, Carla?" I asked.

"Nothing, really," replied Carla. She sighed. "I just dropped off a blood sample for more tests."

"That's great!" I said, beginning to saunter off.

"How is it great, J.D.?" cried Carla, putting a hand on her hip. "Janitor might have cancer!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Cancer? How can he have cancer? "How is that possible?" I asked.

"Last night, Laverne reread the test results and said that lead was found in the chemicals," Carla explained. "Lead causes cancer. We're checking to see how much lead is in his blood and if he has cancer."

Then, she walked away. I sighed. What if Janitor really did have cancer? I looked over to my right and saw that it was Janitor's room. He was still lying there, in the same place I last saw him yesterday. He was still asleep, so the room was dark. I took a few steps over to his doorway. Would things be different if he had cancer? Maybe so. Janitor would probably have to quit being a janitor. It wouldn't be the same. I wonder what would it be like if we got a replacement janitor? I thought as I tilted my head to the left...

No POV

J.D. was making his way to the exit of the hospital, when he saw a strange man with blonde hair and a mustache mopping the floors. He looked up at J.D. and smiled. "Hi, J.D.!" he said. "Looks like rain today! And you know what that means! If it rains down here, it snows up in the mountains! Say, you wanna go skiing this weekend? My wife and I own a house up in Big Bear! You, Turk, Carla, and Elliot should come! It'll be great! We can have blood orange Italian soda and olive parmesan artisan bread, along with some prosciutto and mozzarella!"

J.D.'s POV

I shuddered. Things would be creepy with a new janitor! "The monotony of it all!" I yelled. What are blood oranges, anyway? Are they oranges with real blood in them? (the answer is that it's an orange with dark red pulp)

Dr. Kelso, eating another piece of cake, stopped in his tracks next to me, and stared at me for a minute. "Cox is right. You do need some serious mental help." Then, there was this grumbling, sort of uneasy sound.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, wrinkling my nose in disgust at the noise.

Kelso's eyes widened. "Hold this for me!" he said in a frantic voice, handing his piece of cake to me and running to the nearest men's room.

I sighed, dropped the cake into a trash can, and continued to watch over Janitor. Maybe it's instinct to watch over your own kind, because without thinking, I walked more into Janitor's room and took a look at his charts. Carla's right. Janitor is in pretty bad shape. And he might be in even more hot water once those tests come back!

Suddenly, I heard noises coming from the bed. I looked up and saw that Janitor was moving. Then, he opened his eyes and began to look around. I could tell that they were still tired.

"Blonde Doctor?" he asked wearily.

"No, it's Dr. Dorian." I corrected him. "How are you feeling?"

"Still tired," replied Janitor, using his left hand to rub his eyes. "I wake up every now and then, but I keep blacking out. Carla woke me up last night poking me."

"Must have been that blood test that she is performing right now." I explained.

"To find out what? That I have some disease?" Janitor asked.

I hesitated. Should I tell him that he might have cancer? But then I realized something as I looked at his charts on who his doctor was. It was Elliot. It's her job to tell Janitor what's really wrong with him, not mine. And it's not my job to make him even more scared than he probably already was.

"I can't tell you what's wrong with you." I said as I put the chart back in its place. "Elliot has to."

But by then, Janitor was out like a lamp again. I breathed a deep sigh and left the room.

Elliot's POV

I walked into the hospital with a smile on my face. Wow. What a difference one dream makes. It's put me in a good mood.

"You seem happy, Elliot!" Carla said with a surprised look on her face. "What's going on?"

"I just had a good night's sleep!" I said cheerfully. I didn't even need coffee. I felt wide awake and ready to take on the day. "So, how's Janitor?"

"I had to take a blood sample last night," Carla explained. "Dr. Cox said that one of the chemicals contained lead, which can cause cancer."

And that was when my good mood disintegrated and I plopped into a nearby chair. Cancer?

"But there's a strong chance that he may not have it!" Carla said, trying to cheer me up. She put her hand on my shoulder, but I moved it away.

Tears began to well up in my eyes. I put a hand over my eyes to hide the fact that I was crying, shoved Carla away, and ran to the nearest elevator...