Authors Note: Another short one... The last few probably will be just because I am splitting them up the way I think they should be split up. I don't think there is any humor in this one, sorry! It's going to be kinda hard to fit that in the next few chapters as all the stuff with JD is coming out but I swear I am going to try to fit some in!

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Don't Steal My Story!

1.13 My Burden

"Hey Vanilla Bear over here!"

Damn it!

JD was trying his best to make it in the cafeteria to get his lunch and leave without anyone seeing him. Of course, Turk just had to look up as he was making a mad dash for the door. JD walked over to the table where only Turk and Carla were sitting and sat down next to Turk.

"Where is everyone?"

"Oh, Jack and Jennifer had check-ups today so Dr. Cox and Jordan are with them and Elliot is working the night shift."

Just my luck...

JD and Carla looked up at the same time and when their eyes met they immediately looked back at their food.

"Are you guys fighting?"

JD fantasized about he and Carla in a boxing ring... Carla started pulling his hair and then started punching him in the stomach and reached inside his chest and pulled his heart out and written on the heart is the word 'secrets'.

"Helloooooo? Are you guys deaf?"

"We're not fighting baby..." Carla still didn't look up.

"Well something is going on, you guys never act like this!"

"Just drop it Turk! Nothing is wrong!" JD slammed his tray on the table and stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.

Turk looked at JD leaving and back at Carla who was still staring at her tray. He decided stare at her until she cracked...

"Turk, have you noticed anything strange about Bambi lately?"

Turk rolled his eyes, "Baby, how many times do I have to tell you, he's fine!"

Carla bit her lower lip. She didn't want to betray JD's trust but it was hard for her to know what he had told her and not have anyone to talk to about it. The truth was she didn't know how to help him and she was scared.

"What is going on between you two anyways? You wouldn't even look at each other at home last night and just about a minute ago I could have cut the tension between you with my scalpel!"

"Turk, there is something wrong with JD..."

"Seriously baby, what did I tell..."

"Turk! He told me!" Carla started to cry.

"Told you what?" Turk asked annoyed, still sure that Carla was overreacting.

Carla leaned closer toward Turk, "He cuts himself..." she whispered.

"Baby, what on earth are you talking about?"

"He cuts himself Turk. You know self-injury, self-mutilation, he's a cutter."

"Carla, that is something goth chicks and emo kids do. JD does not hurt himself."

Carla hit Turk from across the table, "That is horribly stereotypical and insensitive Turk! I can't believe you said that but you need to believe that JD told me that. If you want proof go look at his arm!"

Turk immediately thought back to the other day when he saw JD in the bathroom after he was yelling at Janitor. "He got angry when I yelled at him about these horrible restrooms! I walk in here and brush my arm 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."

Turk stood up, "I'll be right back baby..."

He went into the bathroom and looked at all the stalls, searching for the nail that cut JD. There wasn't one. "Damn it!" Turk kicked the stall before walking back to the cafeteria.

"Turk, where did you go?" Carla asked nervously as he sat back down.

"Bathroom..."

"Are you okay?"

"Why are you asking me that?! I'm not the one cutting myself open!"

"Turk, I know you are scared..."

"Baby! I am not scared, I am angry! You think you know a guy..."

Turk stood up and started out of the cafeteria.

"Turk come back!" Carla cried. "Turk!"