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Authors Note: DRAMA galore! Wow... Just realized this is the shortest chapter I have written so far, sorry, seemed much longer when I wrote it!
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Don't Steal My Story!
1.10 My Tootsie Pop
"Are you ever going to go in?"
"How on earth do you always know where I am and just appear out of nowhere?" JD asked Janitor as he tried to get his heart back to a normal rhythm after he startled him.
"I didn't just appear, I've been standing here watching you there for over an hour..."
"Why?"
"Well, my blood sugar is a little low and I was headed to the cafeteria but suddenly everything started to spin and now I am afraid that this wall I have been leaning up against is the only thing keeping my face from meeting the ground."
"Right... Anyways, yes, I am going to go in, I was just, studying the chart before I went in so I can be sure to give my patient the best care possible."
"You haven't looked at the chart..."
"Neither have you!"
"Can I?"
"What? No! Go take some insulin and leave me alone!"
JD took a deep breath and walked into Johnny's room.
"Hey buddy..." JD choked out.
My throat is so dry...
"Hey Dr. Dorian. Where have you been?"
"I've been very busy. How are you?"
"I'm okay... Cool cast! How did you break your arm?"
"Keep a secret?"
Johnny nodded.
"I am an extreme skateboarder in my spare time. I have been practicing hard for the next X-Games and I didn't quite land my, ugh, half twist with, ugh, a shout, quite right."
Little Johnny's eyes widened, "That's so cool!"
"I know right? But you can't tell anyone here okay? It's our little secret."
Johnny smiled and acted like he was zipping his lips, "Don't worry Doctor, I won't tell."
They sat in silence for what seemed like hours to JD but was really only a minute or two.
"Doctor... Where's my daddy? I ask all the other doctors but no one tells me. You're cool, you'll tell me right?"
JD started to feel sick, "Um, Johnny, you're daddy is very sick and he is getting help just like you are so he can get better..."
"Did he get hurt when I did?"
"Um, yes..." JD stood up and looked at his pager that was not actually being paged, "Hey buddy, I have an emergency but I will come back later okay?"
Johnny looked down sadly, "Okay..."
JD ran out into the hallway bumping into Carla and knocking a stack of papers out of her hands and down the hall where he nearly ran over Elliot and Jordan and into the bathroom where he immediately got sick.
"Vanilla bear? Are you okay?"
How did I miss that Turk was in here? Oh yea, I was too busy concentrating on not vomiting all over the hospital...
"JD?"
JD pulled himself up off the floor and walked out of the stall to where Turk was, knowing that he wasn't going to leave until he came out.
"Are you okay?"
"No Turk, I'm not okay! I have something on my mind, okay? Are you happy now?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing..." JD stood over the sink throwing cold water in his face.
"What's on your mind?"
"It's just that... It's..."
Tell him! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him!
"I really want to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop but I can't help but bite into it before I get to the Tootise Roll!"
"Dude, JD, I am sure we can find the answer on the internet. Let's go look it up!"
JD looked at Turk strangely, "You are a good friend Turk." He said sarcastically.
"Thanks buddy!"
"You're also a complete moron!"
"Whaaaat?"
"Never mind Turk, just go back to work... I'm just going to stay in here for a few minutes to make sure my stomach is settled."
"Ok..."
As soon as Turk left JD went back in one of the stalls and sat on the back of a toilet. He tried to catch his breath but couldn't pull himself out of what was now a full blown panic attack. He looked over at the toilet paper dispenser, he couldn't keep his eyes off the sharp part that cuts the toilet paper.
I could just go talk to Turk, tell him the truth...
He looked back at the sharp edge. He rolled up his sleeve and took the gauze off his wrist and brought it up to the dispenser...
