"Carla, have you seen Dr. Cox?"
"Last time I saw him he was on his way to his next patient's room. He's not looking too good, Bambi."
"Which patient did he have? Do you know?"
"JD, I don't think it's a good idea to go looking for him. Don't be surprised if he throws you off the roof."
"He can throw me off the roof as much as he wants. He knows it won't work on me."
Carla leaned on the counter top. "Do you remember the guy that came in here 4 days ago, with a bullet in his leg? What was his name… Xavier?"
"That gangsta kid?"
"Yea."
"I remember him." JD nodded. "What about him."
Carla whispered to JD, "He's back with an infection. You find him and you might find Dr. Cox."
JD gave Carla a big happy smile. "Thanks Carla. You're awesome."
"I know, Bambi. But don't tell Perry I told you. He'll throw me off the roof too."
JD turned to face her as he started down the hall, "What is it about this whole throwing off a roof thing?"
"I don't know"
JD shrugged and continued down the hall. He started peeking into rooms and curtains as he went, looking for his mentor. Along the way he came across the aforementioned patient. "Hey, are you Xavier?"
"What do you care?"
"I'm looking for Dr. Cox. He's you're doctor, right?"
"You mean dat old angry white guy?"
"With short curly hair?"
"Mhmm."
"Yea, that's him!" JD lit up. The kid felt somewhat awkward with the doctor's obliviously friendly behavior. "Do you know where he is?"
"Uh," the kid started, "He went to talk to a nurse or sumthin. He didn't look too good, like he was tired or somethin. Bout fell down."
"Really?" Suddenly, JD didn't look so happy.
"Yea," the kid said, "Dude was talking then just started actin funny. Look like he was dizzy. Fell over but he caught himself on da bed."
JD stared off somewhere into space. Xavier could see the thoughts racing through JD's head. There was a look of pure concern and concentration on the doctor's face. Suddenly he looked back up at Xavier. "Thanks!"
"Wait, you gunna get me my medicine?!" The kid shouted after him. But JD was too far gone to hear him. He was trotting down the halls glancing in every room and office trying to find his sick mentor. He wouldn't stop until he found the man and got him to tell him what his problem was. He would not be satisfied until Dr. Cox did something to help himself.
He skidded around a corner and took off down the hall only to get a face full metal and suddenly find himself flat on his back. When JD opened his eyes and waited long enough for his vision to refocus, he discovered what looked like one of the florescent light fixtures hanging abnormally low from the ceiling. Next to the light was a latter and on that latter was, of course, the janitor who was looking down at him with a very aggravated expression. Apparently he had been reworking some of the wiring in the ceiling. Both of his hands were buried in a mess of wires.
"Gees, can't you put up a sign or something?"
"The light hanging from the ceiling and the latter with a janitor on it isn't enough for you? What, do you think that I have to put up a sign because you ran into it? No one else ran into it. Everyone else was paying attention. You're just too self absorbed to pay attention."
JD looked at the janitor openmouthed, not quite sure how to respond to the large man's unusual indignation. "It just seems unsafe…"
"Don't tell me how to do my job." The janitor said and pulled out a screw driver and chucked it at JD. The screwdriver hit JD square in the forehead.
"Ow!"
"Don't run into my light."
JD got up from the floor and couldn't decide whether to rub the bruise on the back of his head or the one on the front of his head. He chose the one on the back for now and looked back up at the Janitor. "Fine," he said, "I won't run into you're light." JD started to walk off but then spun back around. "Um, by the way, have you seen Dr. Cox?"
"Grumpy face? Yea, he went to the on-call room."
"Oh, thanks!" JD took off down the hall again.
"Whatever." The janitor shrugged and went back to work.
Suddenly there was a loud thud followed by a high pitches whimper of pain. The janitor didn't even look up. "There's a puddle there."
"This isn't safe!"
"I know."