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Don't Steal My Story!

1.7 My Gusher

Turk walked into the lounge where JD and Carla were sitting, waiting for the results of the X-Rays. He turned on the x-ray board and put up the films.

"Come look Vanilla Bear..."

Carla followed JD over to wear Turk was standing.

"Bambi! How many times did you hit the wall?"

JD looked up at the x-ray himself for the first time.

Damn... Broken in 3 places...

JD sighed, "Can I just get my cast so we can get out of here?"

"Bambi, how many times did you break your arm when you were a kid? You have over a dozen healed breaks on here!"

"I was a very active kid Carla. We see hundreds of kids in here each year with broken arms."

"Yea but JD, we normally see them once and then never see them again..."

JD turned to Turk, "Can we just go get the cast please?"

Turk nodded, "What color are you going to get?"

"Can I get a row of each?" JD asked like nothing had ever happened and he was the happiest guy alive.

"Dude, that is a great idea! This is going to be sweet! Can I be the first to sign?"

Carla just stood there, staring at the X-Ray...

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"Newbie! Are you outing yourself with your rainbow colored cast or are you just trying to see if you can blind me with all the colors?"

"Pretty cool eh?" JD said holding up his cast like a newly engaged woman would hold up her ring, "Turk did all the work but it was all my idea."

"That's just wonderful Sheila... What's even more wonderful is how you are going to be on light duty for the next 4-6 weeks, and when I say wonderful I mean for the patients because it means they are stable enough where you probably won't be able to kill them!"

"Can I just have my charts?"

"Here..." He handed JD a stack of charts and JD started down the hall, "Newbie! Be careful with that arm, don't hit the patients!"

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"Ugh, Scooter, you're bleeding..."

How does he just pop out of no where?

"I know Janitor... Do you think I would be in here washing the cut out if I didn't know I was bleeding?"

Janitor watched as JD washed his arm and tried to stop the bleeding with no luck.

"Maybe you should have someone look at that..."

"Oh, because I am going to take medical advice from someone who's specializes in washing floors and cleaning up vomit!"

Janitor hit his mop on the floor, "Might I remind you, just the other day I was cleaning up your vomit! Since you are so much more qualified than I am you can clean up after yourself from now on and you can start with the blood you have all over this bathroom!"

"Yea...well..." JD was at a loss for a comeback, he felt terrible for demeaning Janitor, "Go scrub a floor!"

Janitor started out the door, "And stop calling me Scooter!"

JD reached for another paper towel as Turk came in the bathroom, "JD, what are you yelling at him about? He came out of here looking like he was about to get all up in someone's grill!"

"He got angry when I yelled at him about these horrible restrooms! I walk in here and brush my hand up against the wall of one of the stalls and there is a nail sticking out from where the toilet paper dispenser was just installed."

Dear God please don't let Turk look for the nail...

Turk looked down at JD's arm, "My God it's a gusher!"

JD stopped to fantasize about he and Turk having heads made out of fruit like in the "Gusher" fruit snack commercials.

"My head would be an apple so I could squeeze myself some tini when ever I wanted!"

"What?" Turk said, confused by JD's thinking out loud.

"Can you stitch me up Super Chocolate Bear? I don't want anyone to know about this... I am embarrassed enough about the whole arm thing, this would just be the icing on the cake!"

"Sure buddy..." Turk smiled, "You were thinking about the fruit snacks weren't you?"

"It was wonderful..."

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"Come on Dr. Cox, you know you want to sign my cast!"

Dr. Cox glared at JD and returned his attention to his lunch.

"I remember the day you taught me how to make a cast..."

"Hand me that marker Newbie and keep your yap shut until I am done with my lunch!"

JD smiled. I knew a quick trip down memory lane would cause him to have a change of heart.

"Can I sign next?"

Ahhhhh! Janitor! I don't know how he does it...

"Uh, sure, I guess..."

JD looked down at what the janitor wrote... Get Better Soon! Your Friend, Janitor

Oh thank goodness... Must be he's not mad anymore.

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After lunch JD went to finish up with the rest of his patients. After he finished with his carpel tunnel patient he looked at his next chart...

"Dr. Cox!" JD ran down the hall after him, "What is this?" He asked, holding up the chart.

"Why, Clarissa, it's a chart! Do I get a prize?"

JD was obviously annoyed, "Why did you give him back to me?"

"JD, Johnny has tons of specialists working with him throughout the day. All you have to do is push his meds and change his bandages."

"I can't!" JD pushed the chart into Dr. Cox's chest as he quickly walked away from him.

"Jackie, I am not in the mood for a diva moment!"

JD just continued down the hall...