J.D.'s POV

A week had passed since Janitor's surgery and everything was looking great. Janitor was starting to get better after all the bed rest and the medications. We ran more tests in the course of a few days and nothing else turned up. No risks, no nothing, making Elliot very happy. Lately, she's been showing that she REALLY cares for Janitor. I don't know if anyone else has noticed. Word normally gets around a hospital. She always spends her extra time in Janitor's room and talking to him.

Janitor was also going back to his old self. He was staying awake for hours at a time, was able to sit up, and actually got his appetite back. I also noticed that he also started calling me Scooter again. He lost that ghastly look he had when he was first sick. The color came back to his skin and you couldn't see the dark circles around his eyes no more.

After Carla scolded me for my attitude towards this whole thing, I decided to pay a visit to Janitor one afternoon during my shift and brought him some flowers. I know, it seems corny to give flowers to someone who torments you, but he's been through hell in the past week. I was going to cut him some slack.

I stepped into Janitor's room and saw that he was sitting there, surfing through the channels, looking bored. He saw me and smirked.

"Dorian." he said cheerfully.

"Hey, Janitor," I said. I held out the flowers. "I got these for you."

Janitor's smirk turned into a grin. "Ah. Thanks! Just put them next to the ones Blonde Doctor gave me." he directed.

I walked over to the table and put the flowers in a vase next to a large bunch of colorful flowers that were obviously from Elliot. After I finished, I got a chair and sat next to Janitor.

"So, how are you feeling?" I asked him.

"Better." Janitor replied, turning off his TV, put the remote in his lap, and looked at me. "I just got word that I'll be going home tomorrow, but I can't come back to work for at least another week or two. You ever see the guy they got to replace me? He's a total nut job! He comes barging in here to talk about crap I don't care about. Did you know that he likes live animals? He hates taxidermy and called it evil! There he is, now!"

Patrick Harris O'Neill was over by the elevator, mopping up a spill, whistling to himself. A wet floor sign was standing up.

"Well, I was told he'd be let go once you return to work." I explained. "I must say he is kind of creepy."

"Same here," said Janitor. Oh my God, he's actually agreeing with me on something? That's never happened before. "I can't wait to get out of these dumb hospital clothes. I miss my uni!"

I looked to the dresser and saw that his uniform was sitting there, neatly folded, while his boots were paired up on the floor. He was wearing them when he passed out and no one ever went to his house and got clothes for him.

"Isn't it right there?" I pointed out.

"I mean that I miss wearing it, idiot." Janitor corrected me. "What I'm wearing right now is uncomfortable and itchy, not to mention embarrassing."

There was a knock at the door. I turned around and saw Turk and Carla, with big smiles on their faces. Carla was carrying another bunch of flowers in her arms.

"Hi, Janitor!" Carla said cheerfully as she walked over to Janitor's bed. "We brought you some flowers!"

Janitor winced a little bit. You see, Carla is actually the only person in the hospital that Janitor is afraid of, but Carla is mostly harmless when you don't make her mad.

"Relax, she's not here to scare you!" Turk reassured. "So how's that scar?"

"Still hurts, but it'll heal up." replied Janitor.

"Are you excited to go home tomorrow?" asked Carla, who had been the one to tell Janitor the news of him leaving the hospital and going home.

"Of course I'm excited." Janitor replied. "It's bad enough I work here, but it's worse when you have to stay here!"

"I just hope there's no chance of you relapsing," I said.

"I don't think I'll relapse, Scooter." Janitor said carelessly. "I'm nowhere near those chemicals and I will never be near them again. Kelso was fined for using them in the first place!"

"That's the only punishment he got?" Turk said, disappointed. "They should have given him a far better punishment. Like arresting him!"

I tilted my head to the left and began to daydream. What should they have used to punish Kelso? I thought as a dazed off...

No POV

Dr. Kelso was tied down to a chair. He was in a room very similar to a police interrogation room. "What are you going to do to me," Kelso asked.

"Just relax and it'll all be over soon enough," Dr. Cox's voice said over the intercom. Just then, a man with long, dyed, blonde hair walked into the room, pulling up a nearby chair, sitting in it backwards facing Dr. Kelso.

"Harrison?!" Kelso exclaimed.

"Dad, I'm having some relationship troubles," Harrison explained. "See, there's this one guy who's very, very sweet, but he's a bit Neo-Nazi. On the other hand…" Harrison kept on talking while Dr. Kelso was attempting to chew his own arm off like the trapped coyote he was.

J.D.'s POV

"Newbie!" said a sharp voice.

I snapped back to reality and spun around to see Dr. Cox, standing there with Ted and Dr. Kelso. He touched his nose and crossed his arms.

"For God's sake, Monica, were you just off in Laa-Laa land?" asked Dr. Cox.

"I was about to," I replied.

Dr. Cox shook his head in disgust. Then, he let out a loud tooth whistle. "Okay, everyone who is not the Janitor, out!" he said. "This means you, Ghandi, Carla, and Kassandra."

Carla set the flowers down next to mine and followed me and Turk out.

Janitor's POV

I sat there and waited until everyone left before Kelso closed the door to my room, giving us some privacy.

"We're here to discuss a settlement." Ted began.

"As you know, the chemicals that I had given you were a little off kilter." Dr. Kelso said. "Long story short, I'll give you anything you want, as long as you don't sue this hospital."

I thought for a minute. "Anything?" I asked.

"Before you go too far with your craziness, we will NOT give you surgery to give you gills," Dr. Cox interrupted.

Damn! I was going to ask for that, too! I shook my head. "Nope. One surgery's enough already." I said, thinking of the pain I get in my chest where they had cut me open. Ow. There it goes, now. It's not as strong as it used to be. It's healing, though.

"Have you decided, yet?" asked Kelso as he put his hands behind his back.

I sighed as I thought. "How about a raise?" I asked. "Oh, and I want better cleaners, plus my own massage chair."

Kelso smiled. "You've got yourself a deal!" He said. He held out his hand and I took it. We shook on the deal, making it final.

"Okay, so now that Janitor has agreed not to sue." Ted said.

"Who said I wasn't going to sue?" I asked in a serious voice.

Dr. Cox, Ted, and Kelso all stared at me.

"I'm just kidding!" I said with a laugh. "I know I'm not going to sue!"

Kelso opened the door and stomped out with Dr. Cox. I could hear Kelso grumbling to himself. He sure knows how to put on a facade. Ted just stood there. That was when Todd and Doug ran in.

"Janitor!" Doug said excitedly. "We found your will!"

"You did?" I asked. "I forgot I asked you to find it!"

Doug opened the envelope with satisfaction. "Dear Brain Trust: This is my will and my will is for you to...stay out of my stuff?" he read. He looked up. "That's not a will."

"It is, to me." I said. "If anyone found my stuff, they'd take advantage of it. And since I'm not on the brink of death anymore, that will is useless!"

I took the paper from Doug, crumpled it up, and handed it to Ted. "You eat this. I don't trust this paper."

"Awwwww..." moaned Ted. He took the paper from me, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.Wow! Ted's really that pathetic. Though, it's not at all surprising…