Disclaimer: Hurky does not own Patrick Harris O'Neill.

Elliot's POV

I stood in the supply closet, crying. No, Janitor shouldn't get cancer. It just wouldn't be fair. No one deserves to have it. Not even J.D., even though he's such an assface.

Suddenly, the door swung open and there stood Dr. Cox, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat. He had an irritated look on his face.

"What do you think you're doing, Barbie?" he asked. "Are you still weeping over Supercuts?"

I didn't say anything. I stayed silent and wiped my eyes with a tissue I had in the pocket of my dark blue scrubs. Dr. Cox sighed another deep sigh.

"Listen, you're here to work. This isn't the counselor's office." Dr. Cox said, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. "You've dealt with patients that were in much worse conditions than Lurch is in and you never broke down and had a cryfest. Look, in case you haven't noticed, you're still his doctor. Tears aren't going to cure your Janitor, but medicine sure will. Now hand me those syringes."

I picked up a package of syringes and handed them to Dr. Cox. He then left and closed the door. You know something? He's right. I can't run away from my problems. I have to go in there and do my best to help out Janitor. Even if he has cancer, we can still cure it. I'll bet that it's in its early stages if he has it.

Right then, my beeper went off. I took it and looked at it. It was from Carla! I opened the door to the supply closet, threw out my tissues, and went all the way back to the ICU, where I found Carla leafing through a folder with papers in it.

"These are Janitor's test results," she explained in a lighter sounding voice. "I think you'll like the results,"

I took the folder from Carla. "So soon?" I asked, opening it and taking a look inside it. I couldn't believe my eyes. The word Negative stood out right in front of me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but then I felt like we weren't out of the woods, yet. Janitor may need more tests. I don't want to do this to him, but he could have a few more serious risks. This test was just a scare, but there could be others.

"Elliot?" asked Carla. "What's the matter?"

"Carla, I need to run an MRI on Janitor. Make sure nothing is present." I said sternly.

Carla nodded and walked off...

J.D.'s POV

I sat in the cafeteria, eating my lunch of a "California Style" sandwich, consisting of turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and avocado, onion flavored potato chips, mozzarella sticks, and a bottle of water, along with Turk, who was also eating the same lunch.

"How's your sandwich, J.D.?" asked Turk.

"Delicious!" I said, taking another savory bite of my sandwich. It was soooo good. It had a cool and creamy taste to it! Kind of like a salad.

"I say this needs ranch dressing!" Turk commented, taking a small packet of ranch dressing and squeezing it onto his sandwich. He piled the bread onto his sandwich and took a bite. He raised his eyebrows as he chewed. "Dude, you should try it with the ranch dressing!"

"You got it, player!" I said, taking the packet of ranch dressing I had planned to use on my mozzarella sticks and poured it onto my sandwich.

Carla came in and plopped down with her own lunch of a California Style sandwich with a deep sigh.

"Baby! Try this sandwich with ranch dressing!" Turk exclaimed.

Carla made a face with disgust. "No thank you. I think I'll just stick with what is already in my sandwich." she said, picking up her sandwich. "I'm so hungry right now. I've been performing all these tests on Janitor all morning and early this afternoon. We ran an EKG and an MRI already, and those took forever to get done. It's hard carting Janitor around."

"You mean he hasn't woken up, yet?" I asked.

"He wakes up now and then." Carla replied. She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. She swallowed and took a drink of her water. "I don't think he knows half the stuff that's happening to him right now."

"So, who's been taking care of the janitorial work while Janitor's out?" I asked.

"Oh!" Carla exclaimed. "A man named Patrick Harris O'Neill! He'll only be here until Janitor gets well again. He's very nice!"

Suddenly, the same guy from my fantasy came sweeping by with his push broom. "Good afternoon, everyone!" he said cheerfully.

"Hi Patrick!" said Carla, smiling and putting her arm around Turk. "This is my husband, Turk, and our friend J.D.!"

Turk waved. "Hi." he said. "How do you like being a janitor?"

Patrick nodded and smiled. "Well, this is much better than my previous jobs." he replied. "But I do it for the experience. I'm thirty years old and I'm still trying to figure out my career path."

"Hey, Patrick, a word of warning," I said. "Try not to go near the chemicals."

"Not to worry!" Patrick said. "I brought all my cleaners from home. They're organic! No harsh chemicals. I do feel awfully bad for the original janitor. How's he doing, anyway?"

"I think he'll be fine." I said. "We're running some tests on him and they're all showing to be good."

That was when Elliot came frantically running into the cafeteria. "TURK!!" she yelled.

"Woman, can't you see that I'm trying to eat my lunch?" Turk cried.

"How can you think about eating in a time like this?" cried Elliot.

"Elliot, what's wrong?" I asked.

Elliot stood there, panting from all the running she did. "I reviewed the MRI and Janitor has a tumor." she announced.

Suddenly, we all fell silent. Carla's jaw dropped open. Turk sat frozen. I myself was in shock. How can the Janitor have a tumor?

"Elliot, where is it?" I asked.

"It's near his heart," Elliot continued. "I've already made arrangements for a surgery to take place this evening."

"You mean I'm performing the surgery?" Turk cried. "But Janitor has to spend at least three days not eating in order to-"

"Turk, Janitor hasn't eaten in days because he already was feeling so sick," Carla interrupted. "I know, because Janitor didn't eat his lunch for the past few days. And he won't touch the hospital food."

"Lucky for us, the tumor is the size of a cherry tomato." Elliot concluded. "I'm hoping there's nothing else after this. They're currently prepping him for surgery."

Then, she walked off. I still couldn't believe it. The chemicals were so bad that they caused Janitor to get a tumor. I pushed my half eaten sandwich away from me. I couldn't eat anymore...

Turk's POV, prepping for surgery

There I was. In my surgical gear and my lucky do-rag, washing my hands like all surgeons do before surgery. But this wasn't just any old surgery. It was an important one. To tell you the truth, I was nervous about it. I have to operate on the Janitor. He's one of the meanest guys in the whole hospital. If you did anything to mess with his work, he'd get even with you so fast, it's not even funny! Like how he got my car last Christmas when he saw me throw some gum-

"Don't worry, Turk, you'll do just fine," Carla reassured me, interrupting my thoughts. "Just relax."

"I'm just nervous, Carla," I said.

"I know. And I'm sure that the Janitor will thank you someday for this." said Carla.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"Because I'll make sure he does," replied Carla. That's right! The only person in this hospital that Janitor is actually afraid of is my very own wife!! I smiled at the thought of it. "There you go!! Now get in there and do your best!"

She gave me a peck on the lips and I went into the OR.

"Are you ready, Dr. Turk?" asked my assistant when she saw me walk in.

I sighed and went over to the sink to wash my hands. "You know it!" I replied. I still felt nervous, but I took a few deep breaths. I normally don't mind operating on regular people. People that I don't even know. But Janitor is someone I know. I've known him for the past four years.

I stared down at Janitor. He was already under the anesthesia. He was totally unaware of what's going on. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or to consider him lucky. He's been asleep all this time, so he won't notice that we cut him open and took something out. I picked up my scalpel and took a deep breath...