A/N: I'm not really getting into this so much as I thought I could. Writer's block and all that. Anyway, this depicts Jamie's first night at the hospital. With added Todd at the end for extra spice and laughs (hopefully)!

If you think this could have gone a different way, don't be hesitant to say in a review "can I be your muse?" I'd really appreciate it! Thanks.

My First Night and Hospitalization

I have hated this hospital ever since Keith died here, but something in my heart kept telling me I'd need to come back someday, for some reason. I guess being switched from one hospital's service to another is as good a reason as any.

"Jam, hurry up and place an IV on that newly admitted patient in 306, then I need you to go make sure that Newbie doesn't have a concussion," Dr Cox barked from across the ICU. I turned to look at a startled nurse, who I recognized as the nurse who had paged Dr Cox for me in the first place.

"He calls you Jam," she said, tilting her head to the side. "He doesn't call anyone but me by their real name."

"Tell me your secret!" I heard a voice grumble from a bed a few metres away. It seemed that Dr Lapdog had woken up from his doggy-dreams.

"I'll see you in a minute," I called to him, turning to go to the elevator when I noticed a mop and bucket placed right in front of me. "Someone move this, a patient could fall!"

"Actually, it was you I was aiming for," someone hissed behind me. "What happened to 'I'll have lunch with you and we can do anything you want'?"

Whoops.

"Listen, Fe-mmph." I frowned up at him as he placed a hand over my mouth.

"I'd rather keep it a secret, remember?" Felix growled. I raised an eyebrow at him and he dropped his hand.

"Sorry, Janitor, really, I am. I had a lot of patients. When does your shift end, anyway? You've been here all night and-"

A heart monitor flat-lined and I looked around to see a young woman standing and being pushed away from a bed as doctors converged around the man in the bed. I looked up at Felix, whose eyes instantly flicked from me to the flat-lining monitor and separated couple.

The last thing I remembered before my world went black was his voice yelling out for me to "stay with him" and his hands cradling my waist and head.

I sat up straight in my bed, breaths coming shallowly and feeling my forehead and arms drenched in sweat. Then I realised I wasn't in my bed, but a hospital one.

"Jamie?" I heard a soft voice say wearily next to me. "How do you feel?" I turned and saw Felix sitting in the chair beside me, rubbing at his eyes and pulling at a blanket that wrapped around him tightly.

"Like I just fought with a bus and the bus won and did a victory dance on top of my dead body," I said, voice cracking half-way through. The doctor in me put off some warning bells at this and I took a glass of water from Felix, who was now awake properly and pressing the 'Call Nurse' button attached to my bed. "How long have I been... out?"

"3 days – but you have to have surgery tonight," Felix muttered, looking up at the door as he settled into his chair once more. 'Scary Nurse' had just walked in, worry evident on her face.

"Are you okay, Dr Dean?" she asked, taking a thermometer from a cart she pulled in with her and slipping the nozzle into my ear. She tutted at the high temperature and looked at Felix. "We have to put her under anaesthetic now, so... if she wants you to stay until she's out, you can."

"Wait," I said loudly, causing the two people to jump and look at me. "You have to tell me what's wrong first!"

"Dr Cox is going to come and explain it to you – Janitor, you're going to have to leav-" the nurse stopped as the door opened and Perry Cox walked in, head bent towards a chart as he sipped a cup of coffee.

"Right, Lurch, Carla, out you go. Jam and I have a talk to get through before I go and make sure Newbie hasn't killed my patients," he growled, looking up at Felix, who hadn't followed Carla out of the room. "Lurch-"

"No, please, Dr Cox. I want him to stay. I need to have someone with me for this," I almost pleaded with him. That didn't sound pathetic at all, old girl.

He looked from me to Felix and then shook his head. Felix sat back in his seat, a hand straying to mine and holding the fingers protectively. It was almost touching the way he felt the need to protect me even though we'd only known one another for 12 hours.

"Listen, Jamie..." He looked uncomfortable and his tone had changed from exasperated to serious in a matter of seconds. "You have uterine fibroids, Jam."

"But... Dr Cox, those don't have... I wouldn't collapse if..." I looked up at Felix as he squeezed my fingers lightly, shaking his head slightly to indicate silence. He was right, Dr Cox would explain.

"Your tumours are benign, Jamie, but one of them has grown so much it's started to lean against the larger veins and arteries in your abdomen. Blood clots have been forming as blood can't pass through it properly and it's caused you to collapse. We can operate and get rid of the larger tumour that is causing this, but the rest are too risky to remove," he sighed slightly before continuing. "Unfortunately, I wanted Gandhi, but he's busy in surgery right now and can't come to you. So, you're going to have to cope with-"

"Who ordered an extra-large tongue depressor?" was shouted in the hallway outside my room, followed by a loud slapping sound and giggles. Then my door opened.

There stood a tall doctor in green scrubs. Green scrubs that had cut-off sleeves and a 'do-rag with 'Body For Hire' written on it.

I turned to look at Felix, who has his head buried in his free hand, and then Dr Cox. He stared at me with something akin to either deep sympathy or reluctant admiration that I actually seemed to show no fear towards this surgeon.

"You're doomed. Say g'bye to lover-boy Felix there and prepare to meet God or Satin. Or Bob Kelso," Dr Cox murmured, leaning towards me as Dr Todd Quinlan attempted to press the top of a pen down when it was a twisty-bottom. "It's been great, Jam, but I have to go and check on possibly dead patients." And with that, he had raced past Todd, who had finally got his pen working.

I looked over to Felix. "How come he knows your name?" I asked, voice trembling slightly as I fingered my ring.

"He went to the same school as me," Felix whispered, leaning closer to me to press his forehead against mine. "Stop playing with that ring. You're going to be fine. Meathead Surgeons may be meatheads, but they are good at cutting people up without killing them."

"Thanks, Felix," I said, smiling at him as I dropped my ring against my neck.

"Now who's ready for their physical?" Todd joked, snapping a pair of gloves on as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

God hates me.