A/N: Well, this is Chapter 3 – My Drunken Admission of My Mentor's New Mentee. In this chapter, Jamie discovers the Todd's abilities, meets Doctor Dorian and says something to Felix that shocks him!

I also drew a picture of Jamie from Chapter 1 – Her First Day, when Felix reveals her name, check it out if you fancy : www dot deviantart dot com/art/Jamie-Dean-quot-Felix-quot-117390365. Copy and paste that last bit if it makes it easier to enter.

My Drunken Admission

"Right, Dr Dean, you can roll back onto your side again. I just need to make a few marks on your skin and then you can be taken up to the OR," Todd said, sounding oddly smart compared to the doctor who put one of his gloves on inside out before he switched into 'Doctor' mode and astounded both Felix and I. "All done, Dr Dean, you can sit back again and I'll contact a nurse."

There was silence as he walked out of the room.

"So God doesn't hate me then?" I laughed, looking over at Felix who was still staring at the open door. "What's wrong?"

"He took five minutes to open a pen, Jamie," Felix said, blinking at me. "Five minutes! He's going to operate on you!"

"Felix, you saw how he slipped in and out of his 'idiot' persona. Have you ever seen him operate, Felix?" I asked, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised.

"No, but-"

"And have you ever heard of him causing a death?"

"Well, not lately, but, Jamie-"

"What's the problem, Felix?" I growled, frowning at him.

"I was just going to say that he went the wrong way out of the door. He went towards the cafeteria, not the nurses' station," he chuckled at my astounded face and then laughed full-out as I let my head loll back and let out a groan.

"I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die," I chanted under my breath. "Maybe I am," I stated, looking over at who had just entered the door.

"Good morning, Dr Dean! I'm Dr Dorian, but since we're now colleagues, you can call me J-" he stopped short when he noticed Felix sitting beside me, glaring at him.

"Scooter..."

"Janitor..."

"Hello! Going into surgery here!" I yelled. "What is it, John?"

"No, you can call me JD if you want," Dr Lapdog said, eyes jolting back to me.

"I'll call you John, thanks. What is it? Did Dr Quinlan send you?" I rolled my eyes as his mouth opened and closed for a moment and then looked at the chart he was carrying.

"Uh... Yes, ma'am, he did. I'm going to get Carla to take you up to the OR so they can put you under anaesthetic and then-"

"Can I go with her?" Felix asked, standing up, hands in pockets as he raised an eyebrow at the younger man.

"No, Janitor, she's going into surgery! Even if you were a friend, patients' families and friends are only allowed to stay until they are fully unconscious, so..." John looked at me as he trailed off. "You actually want him there, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, thanks. He can stay with me until he absolutely has to leave," I said, frowning as the doctor gave a hurried chuckle and noted something down on my chart-sheet. "And you had best not be putting 'delirious' on that sheet, because if you are, then you're going to wish that it was Janitor here that you were putting under the knife and not me."

"Oh.. uh.. yes, right," he stuttered. He pulled a pair of gloves on and hooked my chart on the end of the bed. "I need to place an IV for you now, and then Carla can take you upstairs."

Dr Dorian dragged a tray on a wheeling trolley over to his side as he sat on the seat Felix had vacated and lay my arm at the right angle. He was very gentle and I barely felt the needle slipping into my arm, which surprised me. I didn't think that he would be a competent doctor, especially because he followed Dr Cox around all day instead of being independent.

It could have been because Felix stood over him the entire time, but I like to think Dr Dorian is a good doctor. He seemed to be a good doctor, especially when I felt like I was going to throw up. He had a sick-pan under my chin and his hands holding my hair back before Felix could even pour me a glass of water.

"Thank you," I croaked after emptying my guts into the pan and taking a sip of water. Felix sat back down in his seat after Dorian left, claiming that he thought he saw Carla walk by and that she should be able to take me up now. "I shouldn't have assumed you wanted to stay with me in the OR – you really don't have to. I've only known you 12 hours."

"No, you've known me for nearly 5 days, remember?" Felix shook his head slightly as he leaned closer to me. "Jamie, you're one of perhaps three doctors here who know my name. Dr Cox is one, you are one and I have a feeling that Todd knows it somehow. Anyway, if I didn't want to come up with you and wait until you were out, I wouldn't have asked Scooter if I was allowed."

"Thanks, Felix," I mumbled, leaning back into my pillows. I felt light-headed and warm. "Can I have some more water?"

"Here..." he said, handing me the glass. I took a sip and handed it back. "Here's Scary Nurse, I'll follow you up. I think they're taking you up in your bed, so just rest, okay?"

I nodded and rolled onto my side as I heard the door open. The nurse, Carla, came in with a small smile that seemed directed towards Felix. I shook my head slightly in confusion and let out a sigh. I closed my eyes and felt a flannel on my forehead. Thank goodness someone knew how hot I was. I then felt a small lurch and then smooth movement.

I fell asleep on my way to surgery.

I awoke to someone holding my hand and whispering nothings to me as I felt someone hook a mask over my face. I frowned slightly and then noticed it was Felix who was holding my hand, a surgical mask covering his mouth, a surgical bib over a pair of jeans and what I think was a green shirt.

"You're going to be fine, Jammy," he murmured, kneeling down to face me properly. I felt my mind go hazy. "You're going to be fine, and then when you're well enough to work, we can annoy Dorian. How does that sound?"

"Fun," I slurred. I think Felix looked up at the anaesthetist in fear, but he was reassured when the technician told him that slurring speech was normal.

"Jamie? I think I'm going to have to leave now, okay? I'll be there when you wake up – I told Kelso to get another janitor in to cover my shifts," he whispered, starting to stand up.

"I think I love you," I said back, so quietly I think he didn't believe he heard it. He stopped moving, half-crouched, eyebrows raised into steep arches. "I mean..."

And then, for my second time at Sacred Heart, my world went black.