Oh good Lord on a brick what have I done? For the longest time I always wanted to watch this show and now me and the boyfriend are binging it. I'm in love with this show and I somehow now find myself aboard the Good Ship Jalliot. Welp, here goes nothing I suppose. Enjoy and thanks for reading :D
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The staff of Sacred Heart often sought out the medical supplies closet or their offices for a moment of solitude and solace. Yet today, Elliot was so upset that instead of hiding in the medical supply closet as always, she accidentally stumbled into a janitorial supply closet. She didn't notice of course as she collapsed to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest so she could bury her face in them. Thankfully wood muffled sound so no one heard her crying – not even Janitor as he opened the door.
This was a first. No wait, fifth. He used to catch the interns sometimes making out in his supply closets to which they would receive a scowl and possibly a simple prank. It was his way of saying 'don't do it again' to which they understood. Sometimes he caught someone crying in his supply closet and even then, they bolted out before he could offer a listening ear.
It was even more so that it was Elliot who was on the floor crying that made this moment different from the rest. Elliot was always this floating sun in the hospital's halls. To see her so sad like this, he swore he felt his heart writhe and his brain began to work overtime into thinking what he could do to help her. He quietly prayed for some fraction of a miracle to help him with the situation at hand. Thankfully none of the other doctors were around as stood with his looming height and an attempted kind gaze.
"Blonde Doctor?" Janitor spoke as calmly as he could. His stern tone still lingered and he mentally chastised himself for not being more compassionate.
"Jan-Janitor? Why are y-you in the med supply cl-closet?" Elliot fumbled with her words, not daring to look up.
"This is the cleaning supply closet." Janitor wasn't sure what tone to take with that, but it didn't matter as he watched Elliot's head shoot up like a firework. In the dim light he saw mascara trailing her rosy cheeks down to her startled lips. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears – it was something he never wanted to see, his Blonde Doctor so upset, and he felt his heart twinge in sympathy and pain. It was weird, janitors weren't supposed to have emotions, but he couldn't deny what he felt for Elliot.
What he felt for Elliot surmounted anything he had ever experienced in his life. He swore it was possibly the most powerful thing to dominate him at times especially when she acknowledged him. Frankly, Janitor had more small talk and an actual conversation with her more so than anyone else in Sacred Heart. They made each other laugh and smile and he never wanted those minutes to end. Come to think of it, she was the only one to notice him with a little wave, a smile, some form of greeting. It was the little things he believed, especially when she did them, that made his heart skip. But now his heart thrummed with concern at the sobbing woman before him.
"Frick! I-I'm sorry, I'll get out-"
"No!" She recoiled at this one word and he bit his cheek. Too rough, calm it down. Janitor took a deep breath, knowing he had to be gentle with her as seeing she was already falling apart. "No, no, please. Stay."
To prove his point, he quickly righted himself and closed the door behind them and flicked on the light. He opened up a fold out chair to which he offered Elliot as she shook her head, declining his gesture. Kneeling at her level, his stormy grey eyes met with hers' and she swallowed her tears.
"What's wrong?" Janitor asked as calmly as he could as he opened himself to her waiting to hear her words. When she responded with a few sniffles, he offered her a handkerchief as she took it with trembling fingers.
