Janitor's POV

I felt like I was walking around, but no one was noticing me. I don't know what was happening. What the hell is going on? Why won't someone talk to me? Am I a ghost or something? Holy...am I dead? Did Dorian screw up and let me die? Did he finally do his worst and stick a knife in me while I was sleeping? Did he choose to take advantage of me and take out his revenge on me? I may be sick and defenseless right now, but-

"...It's weird to know that the Janitor's having surgery done on him." said Dorian, sitting at the nurse's station. I walked right through Dorian to see if I'd bump into him. "Uh-oh! I need to throw up!

I breathed a sigh of relief as Dorian ran to the nearest bathroom to upchuck his lunch from that afternoon. Okay, so I'm not dead. I'm being operated on...wait a sec!! Surgery? I'm being cut open? What for? It better be for a good reason!

I decided to go over to the Operating Room to spy on Black Doctor. I really didn't want Todd operating on me. I can't trust him. Who knows what he could do to me? He might accidentally drop something inside me or replace one of my organs with something else while thinking about what sexual innuendo he'd say to the next hot nurse he sees.

I noticed that I walked into the door without even opening it. Yup. I must be out of it. Otherwise I couldn't be able to walk through doors, walls, and people.

"Are you alright, Dr. Turk?" asked Dr. Wen.

"Yeah, I am, Dr. Wen," Black Doctor replied. "It's just that..."

Dr. Wen nodded. "I understand. We've all come to know and love Janitor," he said. Wait, they love me? Note to self: Once I get better, be meaner to everyone. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"No, I've got this." said Black Doctor, using his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "I just need to carefully slice it off. I've removed tumors before. I can surely do this."

Oh, great. Apparently, I have a tumor. But where? I walked over next to where Black Doctor was and saw myself lying on the operating table. The heart monitor was indicating that I was still alive. So, he didn't kill me...yet. He better not screw this up! I decided not to finish watching. I left the room and saw that Kelso was walking in the halls. I wonder...

I walked behind Kelso and followed him to his office. He closed the door, sat down at his desk, and turned on his laptop. That was when I decided to try my little experiment out.

"Dr. Kellllllssssoooooo..." I whispered.

Kelso looked up, but didn't say or do anything. He just looked down at his laptop and began to type.

"Dr. Kellllsssssoooooo!!" I whispered again. "Yooouuuuu killllleeedddd mmmeeee..."

"Who's that?" asked Kelso alarmingly.

"Yoooouuuu killlleeeddd the Janitorrrrr!!" I said, stretching out my words. "Youre a murderer, a murrrdeerrrreerrrrrrr!!"

"That's impossible!" Kelso shouted in an angry yet frightened voice. "Janitor's not dead, yet! He's sick!"

"MURDERER!!" I bellowed, ignoring the fact that I wasn't dead. "KELSO'S A MURDERER!!"

Kelso took off his glasses and rubbed his face. "Oh boy. I have a feeling it's those laxatives. I'm going to take the rest of the day off and get some rest." he said to himself as he began packing up his things.

I smiled to myself and walked out of his office. That felt really good. He can hear me! I wonder if anyone else can hear me? I wandered the hospital until I found someone to talk to. That was when I saw Blonde Doctor, sobbing outside the OR.

"Dr. Reid, is everything alright?" asked a nurse who happened to be walking by.

Blonde Doctor sniffled and blew her nose. "I'm okay. I'm just a little worried." she replied.

My smile disappeared. Is she still crying for me? Why would anyone cry for me? I never mattered much to anyone. That's why I don't tell anyone about my family. I never mattered to them, so why should they matter to me?

"Is someone you know in there?" asked the nurse.

"Yeah." replied Blonde Doctor. "A friend of mine."

The nurse put her hand on Blonde Doctor's shoulder. "He'll be okay. I just know it," she said. Then she walked off. Blonde Doctor continued to cry. I felt so bad for her. I wish I could wipe her tears away and tell her it's all going to be okay. Wait a minute! If Kelso heard me, then maybe Blonde Doctor could hear me. I walked over to her and sat next to her.

"Blonde Doctor," I said softly.

She just kept on sobbing and sniffling and burying her face in her hands.

"Blonde Doctor." I said more loudly this time.

Then, she looked up. "Did someone say something?" she asked herself. She wiped her nose and sniffed.

"Everything will be okay." I said. "You don't need to cry for me. Don't be scared."

Blonde Doctor made a face like she was surprised. "That sounds like Janitor," she said as she turned around, but found no one.

That was when the doors to the OR opened and Black Doctor came bursting out with a huge grin on his face. Elliot rushed over to him.

"The surgery was a complete success!" he said with renewed zeal.

Right then, some of the surgical assistants came out through the doors, carting me out. I was obviously still knocked out, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here right now, telling you what was going on.

Blonde Doctor smiled and gave Black Doctor a big hug. "Thank you so much!" she said.

"Why are you thanking me?" asked Black Doctor as he took off his do-rag. "You're the one who found the tumor."

They followed me out and all the way to my room, where they set me up back to where I was. I smiled. Okay, so Black Doctor didn't screw up. He's a good surgeon, I'll tell you that. I don't remember much else after that. I know I didn't wake up. I didn't actually talk to anyone until later on.

Elliot's POV

I felt much better after the surgery. It had been a complete success. I sat in his room for hours after the surgery, hoping he'd wake up. I looked at the clock above Janitor's bed. It was 11:00pm. Visiting hours were over two hours ago, but hey, I work here. They shouldn't tell me when to leave. Sometimes they find excuses for me to stay.

Dr. Kelso had gone home for the night due to effects of the laxatives (I'm guessing Turk got to play his prank). During the surgery, he, Ted, and Dr. Cox were arguing about whether Janitor would sue. The surgery sparked a huge debate between the three. Ted said that Janitor was entitled to some kind of settlement, whether it be taken to court or not. Dr. Cox then threatened Kelso that if Janitor sues and he does not cooperate, he will make sure every bakery in town refuses to sell anything to Kelso ever again. "You'll be a sugar deprived old man," he had said.

Suddenly, I heard sheets ruffling. I looked up and saw that Janitor was awake. I smiled and walked over to him.

"Hi Janitor," I said quietly. "How are you feeling?"

Janitor made a twisted face. "Ow. In pain." he replied sleepily. "My chest hurts."

"You were in surgery," I explained. "We did an MRI this morning and found a tumor near your heart. If it got any bigger, it could have killed you. We think it was caused by the chemicals. It was a fairly small tumor. We're hoping that's it and nothing else. We're going to run more tests in the next few days to make sure."

Janitor smiled a weak smile. "Thanks," he said.

I smiled once again. "Get plenty of rest," I said to him.

At that moment, I felt all was right with the world. I really hope Janitor gets better from here on out. It's going to be a slow recuperation, but slowly but surely.