He must have fallen asleep somewhere along the lines. It was almost four in the morning when he awoke. He looked at the sleeping child and sighed before getting up and walking out.

"Can you keep an eye on her?" He asked sleepily to a passing nurse.

She nodded. "Yes, Dr. Dorian."

He forced a small smile before walking down the hall to an on-call room. He sunk into the bed and forced his eyes shut hoping to catch two more hours of sleep before having his shift.

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His pager went off causing him to get up not really catching up on any sleep. He went to the nurses' station.

"Good Morning, Carla." He said.

"Good Morning."

"Susie, do you get paid to stand there and chat with the nurses. Now, I know you want to discuss nails and the mega-hottie you spotted at the mall. But, there are patients that come in here complaining of pain. So… do you mind?"

"I was paged." He explained.

"That would be by me." JD turned to Carla again.

"Hannah's mother came in to drop off something. I figured you would want to talk to her."

He nodded and walked towards the room.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis, I'm Dr. Dorian." The woman turned towards him. She looked to be about mid thirties with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She shook his hand. "I'm sure you're worried about Hannah, so if I may…" He said gesturing the chart he held in his hands.

"Um, yes," She sat down at looked at the doctor.

"Well, we got back the results." He looked at the sleeping girl in the bed. "She has an advanced stage of ALL… Acute lymphocytic leukemia."

"What does that mean?"

"It means… It means there isn't much to do, now. We started her on chemo yesterday, but I'm not sure how effective it will be."

Tears collected in the mother's eyes. "I should have brought her hear earlier."

"How long has she been showing symptoms?"

"She's been pretty weak for the last few months, but I was so busy with the twin babies… I just…"

He stiffened up.

"Months?" He thought.

"In two weeks, she'll be administered the next course of chemo. By then we'll know how effective it is. I should go."

"Thank you, Dr. Dorian." The woman said. JD walked out into the hallway and over to the nurses' station.

"What did she say?" Carla asked.

"A few months. She's been sick for a few months and is just now being checked out."

"Why didn't she come in sooner?"

"The mother was too busy." He shook his head. "It's just wrong. This all could have been prevented."

She nodded. "Some people…" She shook her head.

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He walked in the room after being paged. She was hunched over the pink plastic container. He hurried to the bed and rubbed her back as she continued to throw up. Once she was finished, she sat back and JD took care of the container. Tears filled her eyes as he handed her some water.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She shook her head. "Throwing up is a side effect of the treatment you're on."

"Thank you." She whispered handing him the cup.

"Do you want some crackers and ginger ale?" She nodded. "I'll be right back."

He walked out and noticed Carla standing near the window.

"Breaks your heart, doesn't it?" She said. He nodded. "Where are headed?"

"To get her some crackers, ginger ale, and Phenergan." She smile and nodded before walking away.

"Cinderella," Dr. Cox yelled.

"Dr. Cox, I'm not just standing around. I'm going to go get Phenergan for my patient."

"The young one?"

JD nodded.

"How is the chemo going?"

JD looked at him oddly. "We don't know yet. Her mother didn't bring her in for a few months so… it's advance. It's hard on her body… but, Dr. Cox, why do you care?"

He shrugged. "I don't. She seems like a good kid." With that he walked off.