Hey guys, I didn't expect so many people to actually like this story!
Special thanks to anime-wolf-lucky, daflippnay, JDElliotForever, McHobbit and megs626 for their reviews.
And for the love of god, I forgot my disclaimer last chapter so here we go:
I don't own Scrubs because if I did, I would keep Bill Lawrence in a cage in my den and make him write slashy JD/Dr.Cox scenes :P
Italics: Internal thoughts.
Some other things; I am currently studying for my exams in June (sad I know) so if this story isn't finished by then, the updates will be considerably less until I am finished.
And in my notebook, I have the plot written to about 11 chapters. I'm not planning on rushing this pregnancy in any way, so to accommodate the pregnancy, this story will be around 15-20 chapters max. I am not particularly fond of this chapter, but here it is.
My Pregnancy
Part Two: My Other Pregnancy Test
JD rubbed his head, thankfully he didn't have concussion but the back of his hair had flattened. It was all the Janitor's fault, JD had the feeling he waxed all the floors he knew the young doctor was going to run across. JD imagined using Janitor as a float across the polished floor. Things were slowly going back to normal around the hospital and all the freeway patients were stable and operated on. JD just had to monitor all seven of his very closely. Strangely, he hadn't seen Turk at all since yesterday and was beginning to miss his chocolate bear. Dr. Cox didn't appear to be working today either, otherwise the interns would be flinching in the hallways at the slightest sound, running up and down with cups of coffee and just waiting for that high pitched whistle. JD snapped out of his daydream as he felt a vibration on his hip. He frowned slightly, taking the pager off his belt. He held the small screen up to the light, to read the message.
BAMBI, ICU, ROOM 245. URGENTLY.
JD swore and began running up the stairs to the ICU.
Elliot was trying her damned hardest to avoid the two potential fathers of her baby, but it was getting harder and harder. She sighed, blowing the blonde bangs out of her eyes as she scribbled onto the chart. Keith was starting to get suspicious about her behaviour until she had sweetly told him that she was a little nervous about the imminent wedding. They hadn't even set a date yet, however, that didn't stop her and Carla going shopping for 'The Dress'.
Keith thought Elliot was just a little stressed, a few of her interns had been ill or on holiday so she had to fulfil their duties as well as her own.
Elliot signed her name and glanced down at her watch.
Frick, I'm ten minutes late! My interns will be waiting for me!
She began to run towards the nurse's station, not realising the other doctor running in the opposite direction. Hurrying down the corridor, she didn't look where she was going and ended up crashing into something soft. The soft object groaned as it made impact with the floor and Elliot tumbled to the floor, rolling over. Elliot glanced up, plastering a slightly annoyed glare on her face until she met the blue eyes of one of her best friends. He just looked at her before realising he wasn't in the best position.
"Oh crap, Elliot, I'm sorry…" he began as he pulled himself off her and helping her up.
"No, it's okay JD. I really should watch where I'm going!"
Now walk away. He could potentially be the father and you don't want any contact with him. You are happy with Keith and you are gonna get married…
"Elliot?"
A hand waved in front of her face.
"You were spacing out, you okay?"
Elliot merely nodded, before rushing off to find her interns.
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The door to room 245 swung open so fast, the door hit the wall and made a small indentation.
"I'm here, Carla." JD said, confidently before realising the small amount of damage he had done.
His voice was drowned out by a series of murmurs and pained cries from the lightly sedated woman on the bed. She was certainly pretty, her blonde hair was fanning out all over the pillow as her face contorted with pain. JD could already see the problem of the nine-month bump.
The Latino nurse gave a small smile before she reverted back to her professional manner.
"Glad you could make it. Okay Bambi, patient is a one Mrs. Hancock, aged 34, married with two children and having her third baby. Anyway she's in labour, 6cm dilated but the baby is in distress so it needs to be delivered straight away."
"Carla, we may need a surgical consult up here. There's the off chance that we can still perform surgery but if we can't, we'll have to use forceps."
"I paged Turk about ten minutes ago."
"Well, she isn't fully dilated yet, but that's a risk we are going to have to take. Have you been monitoring the baby and it's vitals?"
"Bambi, of course I have."
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JD stepped out of the room, and leaned his face against the wall, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Turk appeared beside him; his face sorrowful as he rested his warm and gentle hands on JD's scrunched up shoulders.
"You did everything you could, VB. Trust me you did, you were amazing in there and no other doctor could have done a better job."
JD rubbed his temples and sighed, "Thanks Turk, you are the best. I have to go and see Mr. Hancock though."
"I'll come and support you man."
The corner of JD's mouth lifted slightly into a small smile as he imagined Turk holding up a passed out version of himself. The smile disappeared as he and Turk faced the small relatives room. He opened the door and peered inside. Mr Hancock looked calm and collected; he looked slightly older than his wife and his greying hair clearly showed this. He was sat uncomfortably in one with the chairs, holding a now cold cup of coffee.
"Hello, Mr Hancock. I'm Dr. Dorian, I am treating your wife."
"Is she okay? How's the baby?"
"Mr Hancock, there were some complications during the surgery. Your baby became distressed when your wife was only half dilated. A Caesarean procedure would have been too risky but I'm afraid that your wife and son died due to complications in the labour."
Mr Hancock's shoulders immediately slumped as he began to take in the news, tears threatened to spill onto his worn and worried cheeks as JD uttered out the staple statement of any bad news.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr Hancock. If you'd like to see her…"
"Sorry for my loss? You are not. You doctors are all the same, you don't care about your patients, just how much your fat pay check is next month." Mr Hancock snarled, the tears that had just threatened to spill instantly sucked up by the growing redness in his face.
"We did everything we could for your wife and child, Mr Hancock. Your son was born stillborn, he died in the womb. There was nothing we could do for him, we attempted resuscitation but it is too much for a newborn baby to take. Your wife was suffering from internal bleeding and we were unable to make up for the loss of blood. I'm sorry."
"No, she can't be dead! We were going to go to Fiji in a month and redo our vows, and what about my other two children? How am I supposed to tell them that their mother and little brother have died? Stop saying you are sorry, I've heard it all before. You doctors sit up on your high horse and just watch everyone around you die. You have no heart…"
JD was getting tired of Mr Hancock's rant, he was worse than Dr. Cox which was certainly an achievement. He rubbed at his temples before interrupting the older man, "Look Mr Hancock. Tell your children the truth, that is what they deserve. I make the effort to connect with all my patients, but death is something I have to deal with every single day. Otherwise I'd be a pretty shit doctor wouldn't I? Wouldn't I?" JD began to snarl until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He had totally forgotten that Turk was standing next to him.
"C'mon JD. You need to rest, you've been on a 12 hour shift and you're already going Dr. Cox on everyone." He murmured quietly so Mr Hancock wouldn't hear. JD gave a blank look as Turk continued, "Go to the on-call room and sleep. You are not driving home in that condition."
JD nodded before muttering an apology to Mr Hancock and stepping outside the room. As soon as he was outside, he felt his knees buckle and he sank to the floor, leaning his head against the wall again. He stared at his hands, still covered in blood. Mrs Hancock's blood. He peered down at his scrubs, seeing the crimson liquid shining back at him. He wished he'd actually cleaned up a little before going and talking to Mr Hancock. JD wasn't lying about connecting with her though, he'd been monitoring her for the last few months when she arrived in the hospital with high blood pressure. She had been a gentle and caring figure, excited about the recent addition to the family and always telling JD about her son. JD pulled his legs up to his chest and breathed heavily, he was afraid he would start hyperventilating.
Elliot felt like she was about to do the same. She stood in the staff bathroom yet again with another pregnancy test to see if she could prove it wrong. She didn't have to pay 12 for this one though, she had stolen one from one of the closets in the clinic. She sighed, before reading over the instructions once more.
Two pink crosses had appeared in the window, almost taunting her.
Frick.
She emerged from the cubicle, carelessly throwing the tester stick onto the counter in front of her. She peered at herself in the mirror; she had been letting herself go recently. She had no make-up on and been at the end of her ten hour shift, her hair was mussed and tousled. She wiped her eyes just as her beeper went off. She muttered 'Frick' several times under her breath before straightening out her scrubs and rushing out of the door, leaving the positive pregnancy test sitting on the counter.
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Carla hated the night shift. Turk was always stuck doing the night surgery and she hadn't seen him all day, after Mrs Hancock didn't respond to the resuscitation, JD left the room looking broken and depressed and she had told Turk to go after him. She glanced up at the timetable and stared at the markered names. Laverne wasn't on shift either, so they had no gossip to share and the miserable nurse that was sharing the shift was upstairs somewhere either fooling around with an intern or doing some stupid little job that really required two seconds.
"What's wrong with you? Did Ghandi not give you your daily kiss?"
Carla glared at the older doctor, which looked surprisingly alert for a man who had just started another 16-hour shift.
"Well, sort of. I sent him away because Bambi was upset."
"Oh dear god, what was the matter with Sue Ellen this time? Did she finally realise that her black wife loves you more? I mean, god forbid."
"Bambi lost another patient today. Mrs Hancock, heavily pregnant. We lost the baby too."
Perry shrugged, "Where's this patient's chart?"
"Perry! I hope you are not doubting Bambi. You know he's one of the best damn doctors in this place, even if you refuse to admit it. He carried out all the right medical procedures but sometimes these things happen. She was too heavily in labour so it was impossible to admit her to surgery as the baby had already died."
Perry sighed before grabbing the chart out of Carla's hand and scanning the contents. Carla folded her hands and looked expectantly at the older doctor.
"Yep, he did everything fine. Just luck."
Carla smiled, taking the chart back and placing it in the rack. "Don't you have patients to keep alive?" she lightly teased.
Rolling his eyes, he replied "Maybe." The Latina nurse pushed another chart into his hand and he strode off down the darkened corridor.
"Wait! You forgot-" she began as Perry's figure disappeared into the darkness, she was interrupted by the Janitor walking up to the nurse's station with a smug smile on his face.
"What are you smiling about?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Let's just say; I know something you don't know."
"Which is?"
"Why would I tell you, Scary Nurse?"
"I'm not scary!"
"See, I knew you were. Always screaming and shouting at me! All I do is mop floors and clean toilets woman!"
"Woman? You did not just call me woman!"
"I did."
"Fine. Will you tell me? I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Under one condition. You make Blonde Doctor go on a date with me."
"Okay, deal."
As she shook his hand, he slipped something into it. She looked puzzled until he released her hand and she opened her fingers to examine what it was. The long, thin white stick looked innocent enough in her hand until she turned it over and in the testing window were two pink crosses.
"Where did you find this?!" she questioned, "Have you taken it from a patient?"
"No, I found it in the staff's bathroom."
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Yeah I know Janitor went in the girl's toilet. Let's pretend he does for the sake of the story.
Maybe it is a little farfetched that another patient would die in JD's care, but don't worry as I don't intend him to be like Doug. It's sort of setting the scene for JD's behaviour and I wish I could say more but as Dr. Cox says, my hands are tied to the first part!
I just want to say I'm sorry I avoided the whole Mrs Hancock scene, not only did I think it would be upsetting or distressing for some people to read, I didn't particularly want to write it in.
I think the next chapter will be up some time next week, but I'm not making another promises. I am writing chapter 3 as you've read this.
I'm waffling now, so hope I didn't disappoint.
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