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The end of this story had officially been planned. I don't know if I can promise a happy ending, ermm anyways, I rewrote this chapter yesterday and I apologise I haven't got it up sooner. I just have had three pieces of coursework to hand in.
Warnings: Slash! :)
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My Pregnancy
Part Three: My Wedding Date

Elliot slumped against the cold metal railing and deeply exhaled, blowing breaths of air into the cold night air. She gazed up at the sky and watched the wispy clouds drift over the moon as the light breeze gently blew her bangs out of her face. Her shift had finished approximately an hour ago but she didn't feel like returning home yet. She was feeling more fatigued than usual.

I could easily pretend I'm on call and just tell him that I had to work over. I need to call the doctor anyway and schedule an appointment.

"Hey."

'Frick' was muttered several times under her breath, the warm air releasing itself into the atmosphere, spilled from blue lips.

"Hey yourself."

"You just got off?"

"Yeah, I was just about to sign out when another man came in and I had to intubate him and it was awful and I swear I haven't done it right- and then Dr. Kelso made me do this little boy's stitches because his father is on the board and-"

"Elliot."

"And then I got puked on, and these scrubs are my favourite because they aren't too tight, like those ones that the new nurse was wearing cos she had the Todd drooling all over her on her first morning-"

"Elliot!"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I wanna ask you…"

Elliot fell silent, taking in her fiancées features as he knelt at her feet. Her mouth dropped open as she looked from his smiling face to the glittering diamond ring, illuminated by the faint lights inside the hospital. She leant further against the railing for support as Keith uttered, "Do you think we should set a date so I can put this on your finger properly?"

Elliot was speechless for a few seconds before grinning widely.

"Yes, yes, yes! April 25!" She screamed, attempting to hold still as he slid the ring onto her finger. She examined the larger diamond embedded within the ring and compared it to her original engagement ring before leaping into his awaiting arms and throwing her own arms around his neck as he walked back into the hospital, the shining diamond on her finger reflecting off the sterile lights.

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JD and Turk were standing, hunched over the counter at the nurse's station, talking to each other and watching Carla place the completed charts into the holder.

"I hate doctors!" she muttered, before forcing another folder into the already full holder and cursing in Spanish.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Bambi. But you all just dump your charts on the counter here and I'm the one left putting them all away again…" she trailed off as her pager went off, she looked at the screen and sighed. "I'll be a minute." She said, stalking away.

"So, there's a Sanford & Son marathon on TV tomorrow night, you in?" JD asked his best friend, who grinned immediately.

"Hell yeah VB!" He replied, before they both hi-fived each other and began singing the theme tune simultaneously before Carla reappeared behind the nurse's station, shaking her head and muttering 'geeks' under her breath.
She continued with her work, watching her husband and his best friend moping at the thought of been called geeks. Suddenly, a cry of happiness shot through the calm and quiet atmosphere at the station. Keith appeared, with Elliot in his arms bridal style, looking extremely excited.

"Guys! Guys! Me and Keith are getting married!"

Carla, who had momentarily stopped working, rolled her eyes at her friend's chipper mood and said, "We know, Elliot. Keith's already proposed hasn't he?"

"Yeah, but we're getting married in 2 and a half months! April 25th!" She exclaimed from her comfortable position in Keith's arms.

"Oh my god! Congratulations sweetie! We can go on married couple nights, me and Turk never meet up with other married couples!"

Turk's eyes widened as he shook his head, "Baby no! Remember what happened last time? You accused my friend's wife of flirting with me and trying to get me into bed!"

"I didn't! You were looking at her breasts the entire time!"

"I wasn't, if you weren't so goddamn paranoid…"

"Congratulations Elliot, I hope you are very happy." JD interrupted the lover's spat and elbowed Turk in the ribs to prompt a response from the surgeon.

I'm not congratulating that guy. For what? Trying to upstage me when he's a lowly intern and stealing my girl? I don't think so.

"Yes, Elliot. I hope you have a long and successful marriage with Keith. Congrats buddy. Look after her cos if you don't, me and JD will be around to kill you, clear?"

"Sure. Anyway, I'm going to take my bride home now so see you later." Keith replied, as he disappeared with Elliot still in his arms. As soon as they has vanished from view, JD's head dropped onto the nurse's counter on top of his folded arms as he sighed heavily, his shoulders drooping.

"You still have feelings for her don't you?" Carla said softly, leaning over her friend's buried head and gently putting her hand on his shoulder.

Yeah, because I'm an idiot and I should have told her I'm crazy about her.

JD didn't answer as Turk shook his head and muttered, "Dude, you are going to have to get over her."

JD lifted his head and glared at his best friend, before Carla passed him a chart.

"What the hell?"

"I just need you to sign Mr Walker's discharge forms, Bambi. No-ones in dire need of a doctor." She explained sarcastically. JD gave a slight growl before signing his name messily on the dotted lines.

"Wow, Newbie. You actually gave in to that pre-menstrual rage- the one that you thought ya buried wa-hey-hey deep down inside."

JD looked up but didn't face his mentor. He instead shut his eyes in frustration, realising that he really couldn't take another rant today.

"Hey Cox, lay off JD. How would you feel if the girl you've had a history with for the last five years suddenly told you she was getting married so soon?" Turk whispered, angrily as the nurse's station was becoming more busy as many doctors and nurses were clocking in and demanding charts from Carla so that they could begin their shifts. Carla huffed angrily as she grabbed a huge pile of charts and began to distribute them to the various doctors and nurses standing at the station. Turk was about to continue when Carla shoved three charts into his arms.

"Room 240, 205 and 246 all need surgical consults baby." She said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before turning to JD.

"Bambi, you have to order a tox screen for Mr Baxter and the blood cultures on Mr Turner have come back." She told the attending, handing him three charts before leaving the nurse's station to probably help an intern. JD sighed heavily, before pushing the charts into his chest and stalking off down the hallway. He rolled his eyes when he heard his mentor behind him, but he refused to stop for the older doctor. He just loosened Mr Turner's chart, scanning over the bloodwork.

He felt a warm hand close on his navy scrubs before the said hand yanked JD all the way around to face him, making JD drop the chart.

Dr. Cox looks a little pissed, I wonder why Carla didn't give him any patients. Probably cos he wants to check up on me…it's not fair! I'm an attending now goddammit.

"Hey, Amy, you are no-hot daydreaming right now…"

And now he's going to roll his eyes, flick his nose and fold his arms before he embarks on the longest rant ever.

"See, this is why you'll never ever ever ever get that fellowship you wanted, Lucy! You're always too busy thinking about that big date with that hot male nurse, and what colour lipstick should you wear? Because the red is just too slutty and the pink thong that ya picked out doesn't match those hipster jeans ya love to wear so much!" He paused, waiting for a response from his protégé.

You can do this. You're not his bitch anymore, you are an attending now. You don't have to answer to him. He even told you that when you were an intern!

JD took a deep breath, he bent to pick up the fallen chart tucking it back under his now folded arms. "Look, Perry-" Dr. Cox flicked his nose once again, giving JD a hard stare. "Yeah, Perry, maybe I don't want that fellowship just yet, but you wouldn't know anything about getting one since you've been stuck at this 'dump' since you were a 'Newbie' because you just don't have the guts to actually make something of yourself. And if you haven't noticed, I am busy, I need to tell his man about his test results so good day, doctor. Oh yeah and my ass looks great in hipster jeans!" he finished, shaking his head and walking to Mr Turner's room.

Dr. Cox growled, following the younger doctor down the hallway but stopping at the door to watch.

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JD examined the chart and looked back to the man lying in the bed. He had been admitted in two weeks ago. He sighed, looking back at the chart one last time, willing the results to change before closing the chart and folding his arms on top of it, willing tears not to come, he hated getting close to patients. Dr. Cox berated him about it all the time but he didn't care.

"Mr. Turner? I'm afraid you have lung cancer. The good thing is that it is treatable and we'd like to start you on chemotherapy immediately to give you the best chance."

"Best chance? Is there a slight probability I could die?"

"Mr Turner, I'm not going to lie to you, there is. But thankfully, we have caught it early enough. The tumour on your lungs, judging from your X-rays, is quite small so the chemotherapy should destroy it but I'm going to book you in for two sessions of radiotherapy just in case."

"Thank you, Dr-?"

"Dorian."

"Thank you, Dr. Dorian."

JD nodded before stepping out of the room, ready to write his imminent treatment on the chart and request a tox screen for Mr Baxter. His angry mentor was stood at the doorway, arms folded.

"Soooo, Melissa, you finally decided to grow a pair? Why now of all places Newbie? Did you get sick of been dominated in bed, Elaine, or perhaps Ghandi decided that he was tired of you being his mistress all the time. I know its difficult now, but you be a brave girl there, Sabrina- Have you been crying?"

My eyes aren't that red rimmed are they? For god's sake, now he's going to yell and berate you and tell you that you get too attached to your patients. Get a grip, you've told more patients about their terminal diseases for crying out loud.

JD shook his head before Dr. Cox grabbed him by the scrubs again. "C'mon, we're going out for a beer, Agnes."

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The ending was extremely hard to write and I don't think I did it right but meh. JD's out of character again, I apologise.
Next chapter will hopefully be up soon.
I was watching My New Coat today and in the scene when Dr. Cox is doing his lesson rant to J.D, my brother said "JD's always looking at his crotch." Which kept my JD/Cox dreams alive. :)
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