A/N: I've never had that many reviews come at once! A huge thank you to those who reviewed, you have no idea how happy that makes me :) I really should be doing homework right now, but chromosomes are stupid and so are numbers and I just watched 2 episodes of Scrubs and I am sooo prepared to write this chapter:

Things that are stupid: Tan tap shoes.

Things that I owned: Black tap shoes.

Things that I had to return: Black tap shoes.

Things that had to be shipped from GALVESTON, TEXAS (!) to my local dance store: Tan tap shoes.

Things that I now own: Tan tap shoes.

Things I can't do: Dance

Play that I'm in: 42nd Street

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is not mine.

PS: I lied, this is in JD's POV and it probably will be for the rest of the story unless I say otherwise. (And look at what girl's name Dr Cox calls JD :) )

I finished Bobby's throat culture when I found Dr Cullen by the front desk next to the nurses' muffin basket. There was no flaky golden bakery delight in his hand.

"A little queasy there, huh, Whipped Cream Bear?" I teased, playfully slapping his shoulder.

"Heh… yeah… I'm really sorry about that. That usually doesn't happen. Must've slipped, heh," He played with his thumbs as he talked, looking in the direction of Bobby's room.

"I know something else that must've slipped!" exclaimed a familiar voice whose owner was crouching behind the reception desk.

"Not now, Todd," I frowned.

"Who's this, JD?" Carlisle tilted his head a little to the left.

"This is the Todd… He's one of our finest surgeons. He's a little y'know…"

"The Todd?"

"The Todd."

"Hi, Dr. the Todd. I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen. I see you have a mood problem," Carlisle extended his hand, and the Todd surprisingly took it in his grasp.

"Me? Mood problem? Eh, I'm the Todd," He shrugged and walked away, hitting a female intern's behind as he strode.

"I know someone who can fix that…" Carlisle trailed off. (A/N: FORESHADOWING!!)

I convinced Carlisle to come back to Bobby's room. He finally agreed and we walked by there.

"Hey, Bobby! Sorry I had to run out before," Dr Cullen flashed a smile that showed off his brilliant white teeth.

Bobby shrugged and started reading a book that was lying on an end-table next to his bed.

Dr Cullen saw me leave, but I positioned myself close to the doorway so I could know how he interacted with patients by himself. I was also prone to a Cox Attack. Eh, I took my chance.

"Whatcha readin' there?" Carlisle pulled up a chair next to Bobby's bed. He handed him the book, "A Midsummer Night's Dream, eh? Are you an actor?"

Bobby cleared his throat and sat up straighter, "I kind of am. I do musical theatre during the winter, since I don't play a winter sport at my school. I gotta read this piece of crap (A/N: Sorry, Shakespeare fans, if any. I had to read this book last year and it was kind of weird… But I was Francis Flute ). I'm supposed to be in the local theatre's production of 'Kiss Me, Kate' next month." (A/N: 'Kiss Me, Kate' 'Taming of the Shrew'… Shakespeare kidnapped my brain. I just read that for school, too. If you see any 'Romeo & Juliet' references in the future, it's 'cause we're reading that now. )

Carlisle leaned back in his chair, "Ah… I remember Shakespeare. I saw a few of his plays once, after he was dead, down at the old Globe…" he seemed as though he said something he shouldn't have, "…Theatre."

Bobby was about to respond when I felt a hot hand on my shoulder. I whirled around.

"Dr Cox! This is only the first time you've actually talked to me today! I'm looking forward to talking to you!" I smiled, swishing my foot into the linoleum.

"Oh, quiet, Bella. I don't need any sweet talk from you today," scowled my tormented mentor, "Kelso told me to see how you were doing with that new Cullen guy."

Bella, that's a new one… I thought. I smiled at Dr Cox saying that everything was fine and going great, he can stop to chat with me anytime he wanted to. He gave me the look that he has every time I say something like that I walked away from me down the hall.

My pager beeped. I needed to take Carlisle with me in case anyone else asked about him. When I came in to get him, he and Bobby were talking about the starting line-up of the Seattle Mariners.

"Ay, Dr C, we gotta go."

Carlisle waved good-bye to Bobby and said something else about baseball that I didn't understand.

"You like it around here, Carlisle?"

"Yes, you've got a great hospital here. I'm so glad to be on the staff," he said it like he really meant it, "Where are we going?"

"I don't really know. I just got a page—"

Standing there, holding a pager with Turk's name on it, was the Janitor.

"Janitor," I said dramatically.

"JD," he nodded, "Male version of Blond Doctor." He nodded at Carlisle.

"Blond Doctor?" Carlisle turned to me for an explanation.

"That's what he calls Elliot, remember her?" I whispered back. He gave me the thumbs-up.

Carlisle extended his hand, "Hello, sir, I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen. I came down here from Washington."

The Janitor scoffed at his friendly gesture, "Hello, male version of Blond Doctor."

Carlisle looked at me for help. I shook my head at shrugged.

"Why did you page me down here anyway?" I demanded.

"Eh, just wanted to annoy you, the usual," he tossed the pager back to Turk who was standing a few feet away trying not to laugh, and left to finish mopping elsewhere.

Carlisle and I ran over to Turk. I jokingly shoved him, "What the heck, Chocolate Bear? I was doing something very important!"

"Like what?"

"Uh… stuff."

"Oh. Of course," he laughed.

The Janitor raced down the hall holding his mop in the air in pursuit of a large rat.

"Sorry, guys, can you excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back," Carlisle jogged down the hall, following the Janitor and the rodent. Turk and I shrugged, and Carla threw a saltine at us.

Carlisle came back about ten minutes later. Turk and I were still in the same spot, finding a paper clip this time, since Laverne stole the saltine from us and grounded it into the tiled floor. He wiped some funny-smelling ketchup from his mouth.

"Hey, did I miss anything?" Carlidle grinned.

"We got a paper clip!" I announced proudly, "Hey you got some ketchup on your face. It kinda smells weird."

Carlisle's mouth opened and his eyes widened. He quickly got the ketchup off his teeth and his chin. He asked me to go help him find the bathroom.

I showed him the bathroom and he pulled me in with him. We stood in front of a sink.

Carlisle sighed heavily. He didn't look to good. I suggested he get some fresh air and he glared at me. He composed himself and sighed again. He held his hand with the funky ketchup on it up to my nose.

"What does that smell like to you, JD?" Carlisle asked calmly.

"Spoiled ketchup?" I asked,

He said no.

"Oh gosh… is it… blood?"

He sighed once more and nodded.

"Are you a… Dr. Acula?"

"What's a Doctor Acula?"

"A vampire doctor."

He nodded again. "You seem like a fellow I could trust. I had to tell someone. If you tell anyone…" he left that for me to interpret. He then reassured me, telling me he'll try not to hurt anyone and he has been doing this for a long time and his record was pretty clean.

My first thought was to scream and run away.

My second thought was that he should star in my screenplay.

A/N:I can't believe I wrote another chapter in less than a day! YAY! I like the ending of this, even though I know Carlisle would probably never admit that he was a vampire. For those of you who don't know about JD's screenplay "Dr Acula" look it up on YouTube or watch the episode "My Missed Perception". Please review! And I'll update sooner if you do! (Hee hee… that rhymes! I gotta go watch Will & Grace, byeeee!)

Oh, and if you don't get why Carlisle had blood on his face, he ate the rat that the Janitor was trying to get. He had a snacky.