Triple Hitter

Apparently Mr. Marks had an ulcer in his stomach according to the test results. JD had winced at the thought and was happy he didn’t have to break the news to him. The only problem was now he had to get the test results to Doctor Cox, who he couldn’t manage to be near with out his brain filling with worried thoughts about Jordan’s offer, much less actually talk to him. He briefly thought about sending an intern to do the dirty work- which made him think of cheesy gangster movies and ‘I have an offer you can’t refuse.’

“Now all I need is a villain-esque mustache.” he grinned to himself and absently stroked his non-existent mustache.

“Something wrong Bambi? It seems like you’ve been really distracted lately- you do know you can tell me anything?” Carla knocked him out of his random day dream with her slightly worried tone.

“Well, uh..” he weighed telling Carla about his dilemma with Jordan and her wanting him to have a threesome. Which involved Doctor Cox, who would probably rather attempt to have sex with a toaster then touch JD. Although he was going to make the older man hug him and admit they we’re friends one of these days.... One day he would get that hug!

He tried to get a hold on his thoughts so he wouldn’t picture Doctor Cox having sex with a toaster- that sounded painful.

“Well, it’s like this: Say I had this friend, and this woman asked him to have sex with her and someone else...”

“Wait, is this about Turk trying to get us to have a threesome with that woman in pediatrics again, because if it is I’m going to be so mad.” Carla looked angry and about ready to strangle someone.

“No uh, it’s not that-“, his pager went off before he could explain and he was greeted by the words:

NEWBIE. COME. NOW.

JD sighed and decided he would just find Doctor Cox, give him the results, and then make a run for it.

Unfortunately Doctor Cox found him first.

“Oh hey Samantha, so nice to see you- and look, you got your hair done and everything! It’s amazing how you managed the time to get all that done even though I’m JUST eating up your time with asking you to do me small favors. Now I know, you want to look nice for your boyfriend, and I’m sure he gets jealous, but jeeeze for the love of God Newbie, could ya just make a little time to fit me in to your BU-EZ-Y schedule and maybe give me those tests results?” JD could have sworn Doctor Cox’s eyes we’re bulging out.

JD swallowed and quickly handed Doctor Cox the test results; if only Doctor Cox knew what Jordan was planning.

Doctor Cox’s gaze quickly skimmed over the results and when he looked up he seemed a little surprised to see JD still lingering there.

“Now don’t just stand there Susana, get the hell out of here before I give your boyfriend a reason to be jealous.” Doctor Cox was glaring at him.

It took JD a minute to register the last thing Doctor Cox said, but when he did he said in a rather confused voice “Huh?”

“Shoo Laura, skedaddle, leave, fly away,” He made waving motions with his hands.

JD abruptly shook his head and left quickly as Doctor Cox continued to say things like “Vamoose, disperse, disappear..”

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Friday had started off as a fantastic day for JD; it was pudding day and he was happily looking forward to it. Also, it started off that way because he had completely forgotten about his problem with Jordan.

Now see, some people handle stress by going out and playing golf, like Doctor Kelso, others, they curl up in the supply closet and cry their eyes out, much like Elliot. Then more commonly there are those who clear away their stress by tormenting others- Doctor Cox, Jordan, and the Janitor. Then lastly, their are the people like JD, who have a complete nervous breakdown after a certain period of time and then suddenly forget what the problem was in a huge leap of repression.

So after getting halfway through the day clear minded and looking forward to having pudding, he found himself rather confused and frightened when Jordan grabbed him and pulled him into an empty patients room, no scratch that, a coma patients room.

“Make up your mind, DJ?” she practically purred.

Then it all came flooding back.