Authors Note: I haven't read many Scrubs fanfics(but would like to eventually, but don't want to be influenced by others fics) mainly because when I went to the sites they were all JD/Perry pairings and that just did not appeal to me(don't take that as me saying those fics are bad because I am sure they are not, it just doesn't keep MY interest, like this fic won't keep others interest)... BUT I have heard there are many out there where JD gets cancer/brain tumors and I am afraid that after this chapter people are going to assume that I am going down that road and I can assure you that is NOT the case. Enough rambling, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs, characters, yada, yada, yada...
Don't Steal My Story!
02.02My Fake Flu
"J-Dawg what on earth smells so won.der.fu.hull?" Turk asked breaking into song at the end of his sentence?
"Well C-Bear I let the nanny go early and Izzy and I prepared a 3 course meal just for you." He motioned over toward Izzy who was sitting in her highchair wearing a little apron and chewing on a spatula. "On the menu tonight at Chez Izzy et J.D. we have round one, a garden salad with all your favorite gas inducing raw veggies."
Carla bent over next to Izzy, "Oh hunny, what did mommy ever do to you?"
Turk and JD both laughed.
"Round two, baby back ribs for Izzy and big daddy ribs for us." He high fived Turk and turned to Carla. "Don't worry Carla, I know you are watching your figure so I made some hot mama ribs for you!"
Carla rolled her eyes.
"And finally for desert..." JD started pulling something out of the oven, "Chocolate Cake!"
"Ugh! J.Deeeeeeeeee!" Turk whined, "My diabetes!"
JD smiled, "Did I forget to mention it's SUGAR FREE chocolate cake?"
Turk started jumping up and down like a child and ran over and started swinging JD around in a hug.
"Everyone dig in!"
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"Turk, you should be happy your other wife knows how to cook..." Carla said, her mouth full of food.
"I know baby." He turned to JD. "Thanks Vanilla!"
JD blushed, "Oh stop..."
"I'm glad to see you back to your old self Bambi. You had me worried for a little while..."
"I told you I was fine..."
Izzy started to get fussy, "Turk why don't you take Izzy over to the TV and let her watch The Wiggles while we finish up here."
"But baby... my ribs will get cold..."
"Turk!" Carla said in her 'I'm not kidding around' tone.
Turk realized he had no choice and took Izzy over and started looking for the DVD.
"So, JD, tell me about that patient you were thinking about in the middle of the night..."
"What patient?" JD played dumb, not wanting to think about him...
"JD, how can you forget about someone that had the ability to keep you awake?"
"What?" JD started feeling very nauseous. A familiar feeling but one that he hadn't felt for a long time.
"Bambi?"
"I'm going to be sick!" JD said quickly as he ran to his bathroom nearly tripping over Turk and Izzy.
When JD hadn't come out after 30 minutes Carla decided she better go make sure he was okay.
"JD?" She poked her head into his room to find him laying on his bed. "Bambi, are you sick?" When she got closer she realized his blood shot eyes and puffy face. "JD?" She sat down next to him and he rolled over looking away from her. "JD?" She asked again as she put her hand on his shoulder.
JD jumped, "Don't touch me!" He yelled louder than Carla had ever heard him yell which caused her to jump herself and she quickly got off the bed.
JD instantly realized what he had done and had to fight back his tears. "Carla, I am so sorry." He couldn't hold it in any longer and started to cry. "I'm not feeling well and I didn't want you to catch my germs. I don't want you to get sick..."
"Bambi are you crying?"
"I'm sick Carla... Some people shed tears at funerals, others at weddings, some when their scooters are assassinated." Oh Sasha... "For me, I cry when I am sick."
"Well, if you need anything let me know okay?"
He nodded, "Thanks..."
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"Turk? Do you think there is something going on with JD?"
"What do you mean?" Turk asked as he dove into his cake like a child on their first birthday.
"He seems down... I don't know, he just doesn't seem like himself."
"Nah... JD's fine. Would a man that was not fine be able to make a cake like this? I. Don't. Think. So."
She nodded, "Maybe you guys should do something together. Take him to the gym or something, after that chocolate cake you are going to need it!"
"Baby!"
"Baby fat!" Carla said laughing.
"I thought you liked my love handles?" Turk gave her the puppy dog face.
Carla just laughed.
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"Newbie!" Dr. Cox started walking faster down the hallway to catch up with JD. "Gee, yesterday you were mute and today deaf. Wonderful. Now, since you are a doctor and I don't know, talking and listening seem to be two things that a doctor, or a cheerleader, which I know you are in your spare time Marissa, would need I think you should get out of your funk that you are in and start doing your job."
"What do you need Dr. Cox?"
"Dr. Cox? My we sure are mighty formal today aren't we? No Perry, or Pear, or Pear Bear. O.M.G. Nancy, could I join the Den with you and Chocolate Bear? Oh please, can I, can I, can I? We could go down to the pond and catch fish together and scratch our backs on trees!" Dr. Cox started rubbing his back on the wall and singing, "I've got the bear necessities, the simple-"
"Dr. Cox!" JD said, rather annoyed.
"Well then, didn't realize it was THAT time of the month newbie, sorry..."
JD Rolled his eyes.
"I wanted to ask you how little Johnny was doing?"
"I don't know..." JD said quietly.
"Have you been in the lounge watching your stories all morning or what?"
"I gave him to Elliot..."
"And why would you give your patient to Barbie who has a hard enough time managing the few patients she has of her own?"
"I took all of her patients, she took him."
"And why would you do that?"
"She was running behind and wanted to go home, I had just started my shift, I wanted to help a friend out."
Dr. Cox folded his arms across his chest, "You couldn't handle your patient could you? Is that what this whole mopeyness is about?"
"That's not true."
"You couldn't handle Johnny... Johnny couldn't handle Johnny!"
"Dr. Cox..." JD felt the same nauseous feeling from the night before but this time he knew he was too far from a restroom to make it, he doubled over right there and vomited.
"Ugh..." Dr. Cox moaned. "That was really great Mary... just wonderful."
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JD sat down with Jordan, Elliot and Carla in the cafeteria.
"Where my home boys at?" JD laughed uncomfortably.
"One of Perry's patients crashed, Turk has him in surgery." Elliot replied.
Jordan smiled at JD, "So DJ, how much do I owe you?"
"Um, what?" JD asked confused.
"I hear you threw up on Perry this morning and that my friend, deserves a reward."
"Bambi, you were sick again? You should really see a doctor."
"Um, I am a doctor Carla. I am fine, just a little bug is all..."
"Bambi, let Elliot check you out. For me? Please?"
Why does Carla have to be so motherly? Why can't she be emotionally unavailable like Jordan or so caught up in her own life that she doesn't even notice anything is wrong like Elliot? I have to do this for her, afterall, what's the worst that can happen, I know there is nothing wrong with me.
"Fine..." JD moaned.
"Thanks Bambi!" Carla smiled.
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"So how long have you been sick?" Elliot asked as she took out a thermometer.
"A day... I'm fine really. You don't actually have to do the exam, just tell Carla I am ok."
Elliot shook her head, "Open up..."
BEEP
"Well that's normal..." She put the thermometer back and took out her stethoscope and blood pressure cuff. "Take your shirt off."
"Aren't you going to buy me dinner first?" JD smiled.
Elliot smiled back, "Come on JD."
"My shirt is thin, you can do everything right through it."
"JD, a good doctor does things the right way now stop being suck a baby and take off your shirt."
"Fine..."
"Well your heart sounds good." She reached for his arm, "Now let's get your blood-" She looked down at his arm as she put the blood pressure cuff on it. "What happened to your wrist?"
"What?" He asked nervously.
"Where did you get that bruise?"
"Oh!" JD said looking down at his wrist himself, "Turk and I were playing fetch with Rowdy and we realized he was too tired to play when he just sat there, staring at the stick so we started playing with each other and as I was running Rowdy cut me off and I fell."
Oh my goodness, that is the WORST lie I have ever come up with. Elliot will never believe that Rowdy cut me off, I said he was tired, what did he get some sudden burst of doggie adrenaline! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!
"That's a big bruise..."
"It doesn't even hurt! Look..." JD poked it...
HOLY FIRE TRUCK! Oh yea, I forgot to tell Turk that joke. Note to self, tell Turk the fire truck joke...
"Ok... well, you are right, you're fine, it's just a bug. But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't get some rest, and you should put some ice on that arm."
"Thanks Doc."
She smiled, "No problem."
