This is my first Scrubs fic ever..It's kind of rushed so bear with me, but I promise it will get better..I just need a little help from my fellow readers. To support me and maybe throw out ideas. I'm thinking about turning it into a JD/Cox, but I'm not sure where I 'm going with it just yet. Please read and tell me what you think, exspecially about the Jd/Cox idea.
It's Only The Beginning
The memories flooded back. The images grew vivid, and the realization was there. That's not possible he thought to himself. I could have sworn that bastard was good as dead. The only problem with that was that he was sitting right in front him as a patient; as his patient. Dr. Cox swore under his breath and actually hoped to god that his patient didn't recognize him. Though standing there for a minute or two his memories became clear in his head, and a look of fear spread across Perry's face. Hoping no one saw that, he regained his composture, soon becoming overwhelmed with agitation and frustration the longer he stood in the room.
JD turned to glance at Dr. Cox seeing the look of trepidation spread across his features, something he'd never really saw on him before. The thought of it kind of creeped him out. Just before Dr. Cox had walked in without saying a word. Then out of nowhere he spoke with such anger in his voice JD felt that Dr. Cox wanted to rip someone apart. Specifically him if he stayed around much longer. But only enough for him to hear and not the patient. Dr. Cox then shoved him out of the room and began screaming intently into JD's ear.
"Now Shirley will you stop standing there with your head up your ass, and pe-he-leeese do me a favor for once and run some tests on this god forsaken devil of a patient that I care not to even go near, whom is and was on this hellhole we call earth way before satan himself who I would referance to Bobb-o over there, but he re-he-he-ly doesn't have any match for this guy, where you can ever so see the horns are pr-o-baly coming out of his ass...tail and all! I must say what a horrific sight, and oh one more thing..."
Oh my god! He actually paused, JD thought. Dr. Cox grabbed the font of JD's shirt pulling him closer being mere inches from biting his head off and spoke with the utmost devil of a tone. From JD's view his eyes grew with fire and he couldv'e sworn smoke was depositing from his ears. Though the only problem was when Dr. Cox opened his mouth instead he spoke in a whisper through clenched teeth.
"Newbie listen up and listen good! You are offically in charge of this patient, I want nothing to do with him, and I don't give a damn if he lives or dies. I swear on my mothers grave that if he comes in any line of my eye sight I will do something you'll never forget. I swear Newbie!" His voice grew louder, "There will be nothing left for me to even chew up on that little pale frame of yours!" JD stepped back as Dr. Cox stormed away in an outrage, growling to whomever crossed his path.
Raising his eyebrows in confusion, he glanced at Dr. Cox's retreating back with slight paranoia, only speaking three words, "What's with him."
Standing in the on call room Dr. Cox paced the floor clearly showing signs of frustration. Carla glanced in the room for another look, then turned back to Laverne at the desk giving a look of questioning. Laverne just shrugged her shoulders stating, "He been doing that for the last 15 minutes."
While frantically pacing the floor practically wearing a hole in the ground, Dr. Cox glanced towards the doorway at Carla leaning against the frame. She shot him a worried look his way, but he refused to admitt that something was wrong. Watching Perry pace up & down she asked the question that was sure to get on his nerves, "Is something wrong?"
Perry actually stopped mid-step staring at Carla for a few seconds to think. Stumbling along his words in a bit of a shaky voice he opened his mouth to speak, "No, no why would there be something wrong? stating bitterly. He continues to move eratically stating in a nervous manner, more like trying to convince himself than Carla, "I don't know how anything is wrong, what are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong." The entire time he just couldn't look her in the eye, because he knew she would see right through him.
"Ok look I've never seen you so uptight about something in public like this before. I swear you better tell me right now, because I know damn sure that your clearly talking out of your ass Perry!" Carla screamed quite agitated.
"It's nothing I swear...I...umm..." trying to come up with something quick he throws an idea out there, "You see..it's just...," he takes a deep breathe, "It's just another one of those fights with Jordan, but this time she actaully threatened me with not being able to see Jack for a bit," He smiles triumphantly, but still a convincing one. Carla eyes him while he continues to smile hoping she hasn't noticed his excessive sweating under her watchful eyes.
About to open her mouth suddenly Carla's pager went off. She sighed giving the 'I'm watching you look' and finally saunters out the room, but unecspectately stops at the door. She turns to Perry after he thought he was off the hook and says with defiance, "Just so you know I'm not convinced. I know your hiding something, and I will find out!" She steps out the room leaving a very nervous Dr. Cox behind. He sighs throwing himself on the couch. "Damn it!"
Back in the patients room JD is checking vitals and going over the chart. "Hey Patricia, are you going to take your sweet ass time or do I have to call a nurse to do your job for you, because you clearly do NOT know what your doing by the looks of it," the patient stated with a snarl. Taken aback by the statement JD raises an eyebrow shocked by the comment. Hmmm why does he sound so familiar, like someone I know?
"Umm well sorry about walking out on you like that earlier. But, I'm Dr. Dorian and what seems to be the problem?" The patient glares at him without a word, then opens his mouth to speak, "When you open your mouth to speak all I hear are annoying little squeeks. It just doesn't seem to go away." JD sighs rubbing his face in frustration knowing this is not happening. Geeze! why did I have to get stuck with this patient? How come Dr. Cox couldn't just deal with him? Damn you Perry!
"You know Mr. ummm..." he raises an eyebrow, "Wait sir you haven't told me your name yet...or what is wrong with you. Would you atleast tell me something. Your not helping at all. See it's the patient Dr. thing, you explain and I'll help. but it's not working if you don't tell me what's wrong sir." JD stressed out. The grumpy patient just kept on glaring at him and once again opened his mouth to speak. For a second JD thought he'd won. "Get me somebody else." Damn it! JD sighed and walked out the door.
At the nurses station JD figured Carla would do something about it. People always listen to her, besides if he went to Dr. Cox for help he already knew the answer. "Hey Carla," he smiled. " Hey Bambi," she responded. Just eyeing everything around him and leaning on the counter as if he really needed a favor, but really didn't want to say anything afraid of being shot down. "Bambi is there something you need?" "Umm you see theres this patient and...i was wondering if you could do me a favor.." He asked pleadingly. She looked at him slightly annoyed, "Why can't you just go ask your attending." "Dr. Cox pfft...like he wants anything to do with it."
At that comment she knew there was some juicy information to be heard. Turning her head she glared intently waiting for the news. All her attentiuon was now on JD, and gave him a look to continue. " Well Dr. Cox just said he didn't want anything to do with the patient and you see I'm having a hard time with him. He won't tell me his name or even what's wrong. He just keeps on insulting me."
"Of course I'll help you Bambi." she smiled and followed him to the room just to see what Dr. Cox was so uptight about. Entering the room the patient gave them both a glare that could've killed. That look reminds me of someone, but a little more evil. Who is it? Carla thought to herself.
"Now sir I know your giving Dr. Dorian here a hard time, but I'm not playing around here, you better tell me now what the hell is wrong with you or we can't do anything to help. You know if you just keep ignoring us it's not going to make you any better." Carla stated satisfied. Giving into her somehow, "Well I've been feeling really tired lately, and I've been bruising easily. Sometimes I have trouble concentrating but it's not that bad, and I've had pains in my chest. It feels kind of heavy." Smiling Carla turns to JD, " Well Bambi, you know what to do." JD smiled back. How in the hell does that women do it, " Thanks Carla, you were more help than Dr. Cox would have been."nnSpeaking of Dr. Cox she knew something was up and now that she had some sort of idea she went looking for him.
Sleeping soundly on the couch in the on call room Carla was glad Perry finally calmed down. Though, the only problem was that he kept tossing and turning mumbling incoherantly in his sleep. Carla began to shake him waking him up from what seemed to be a nightmare. "Perry..wake up...Perry.." her voice grew a little louder, "Perry! hey wake up!" At that he opened his eyes, fear written all over them and he jumped back in shock. "Oh shit...Carla you scared the crap out of me!" He was breathing rapidly and was a little twitchy. "You ok? You seemed like you weren't having the greatest dream ever."
"Oh was it that obvious?" Carla just gave a grim look, shaking her head in a agreed gesture. "Now you better tell me what's bugging you really." Dr. Cox looked away as if not hearing a word she said. "Don't play with me Perry! It has to do with that patient doesn't it? You told JD you want nothing to do with him, and your not usually like that." Getting nervous he blurted out the first to come to mind, "Maybe I was just having a crappy day and didn't want to deal with the patient. You saw how he was I presume."
Carla nodded, "Your a Dr. and you should be doing your job. JD is having more trouble than you probaly ever would." Yeah right! Dr. Cox thought silently to himself. "Now if there really isn't anything wrong than you can prove to me that you can go in there and deal with that patient like everyone else?" Damnit she got me! You need a cover up say something...respond! Hello earth to Perry! That moment Dr. Cox's stomach dropped, and he slowly opened his mouth to respond to that. He swallowed hard fearing his response and blurted out, "Sure." Carla just smiled and got up from the couch, "Great then follow me and let's check up on that patient of yours." Uggg! Stupid answer!
"Well here's his chart doctor." Perry swallowed hard again shakily taking the chart from Carla. I can't believe your doing this to yourself. Oh my god! You crazy bastard! The patient looks up eyeing him suspisiously. Shit don't recognize me! don't recognize me! Come on don't do this now! "And who might he be, another incompetent Doctor?" " I'm Dr. C..." He stopped short. Oh Shit! I shouldn't have said that. Perry nervously wiped at his brow, "I ummm...I'll be your Dr. now..I'll be taking over.." he pauses as Carla gives off a wavering look and gathers himself, "...over from Alice over there, daydreaming about what she should wear to prom. The frilly pink dress or maybe the skimpy one. Hmmm." Ok he got it back. He was back in the game. Though the glare the patient gave him was unforgettable. About to turn away Carla motioned that he wasn't finished.
Rolling his eyes he looked at the chart, thinking to himself. Ok well the tests came out positive except for this one...He stumbled down the stairs as the bastard began laughing. Damn did his whole body ache...looking down the chart he checked his vitals...ok shallow breathing... A heavy force rammed into his side, realizing someone had kicked him in the chest. Over and over again the blows became more forceful until he couldn't breathe no longer. The pain was almost unbearable...Perry's breathing quickened, and hands unsteady still reading the chart...ummm easily bruised...The taller bigger guy grabbed him by the scruff of the colar, forcing his pained body to stand. The stranger seemed to speak but everything he heard was nothing but a muffle. Backhanded across the face his back slammed into the wall behind him, as he ricochetted off it and dropped to the floor. His head smacked against the hard wood floor hearing a thud echoing through his mind. As if the bleeding wasn't enough his side ached, and he probally hadn't eaten anything for quite some time now...His nerves grew deep, patiance grew thin, and Perry Cox was about to break...Chest pains and heavyness...His chest felt heavy, he couldn't quite breathe right anymore. At the corner of his eyes black spots began to appear as his vision faded. Dr. Cox snapped his head back dropping the clipboard. A clatter echoed through the room and he jumped back as if being attacked by an unknown force.
Carla saw something in those eyes she knew that wasn't right. He picked up the clip board with sweaty palms, failure to make eye contact, and he seemed to be shaking a little. Though he hid it quite well Carla stilled noticed taking in the site before her. Taking a deep breathe he spoke again, "umm..have you been having any ..." he swallowed hard once again, "any problems with your liver lately." "Yes, how did you know. I didn't say anything about that?" "Just a lucky guess. Were going to run ...umm...some more tests...but I think I have an idea of...uhh...ummm...what's wrong with you." He said in the most sincere way possible, holding it back that he indeed didn't want to stay in that room any longer.
Glancing at Carla then the patient and then to JD standing dreamily in the corner. That's it he lost it! Looking around the room for an exit, everything seemed to close in on him. The walls became smaller, he felt cramped, sweat now dripping down his face. He oggled the room for an escape, in heavy strides and heavy breathes Perry headed for the door. He threw JD the chart and shakily existed the room. Carla looked at JD for an answer but all she got in return was a shrug.
Perry ran from the room and to the bathroom, he burst open a stall and began wretching. The memories and the thoughts made him feel sick. It was disgusting, and he just couldn't bare to think of it any longer. He clutched the sides of the tiolet practically holding on for dear life. He gagged and choked until nothing was left but bile in his stomach. His hands unclasped the sides of the tiolet; his palms and face sweaty. His hair and back were full of sweat, his face pale and gasping for air.
Finally Perry had dropped to his knees as all the energy and life was sucked out of him. He sat there taking deep breathes when suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. His breathe hitched in his throat and he jumped trying to escape his captore.
"Woah woah calm down Perry! Are you alright?" Carla spoke in soothing tones. Still breathing heavily he just nodded. Carla leaned down to face Perry grabbing him by the shoulders with a worried look. "Look, I want you to tell me exactly what happened back there? You can't lie through this one, because now I have an idea of what's going on." He looked away trying to ignore her, and she grabbed his face to turn him back. "Perry somethings very wrong, and you can't keep going on like this. It's not even normal for you. I've never seen you so distressed before."
He pushed her off trying to pull himself up."Carla it's nothing I just had something that didn't agree with my stomach." The room began to swim, but Carla caught him. "Look I really just need to lay down right now. I'm not feeling too hot." She just nodded helping him to an empty room. Carla would have to deal with this later.
Back in the patients room, "Well sir your tests came back and you seem to have sirosis. It is and can be some form of liver disease. I suspect you drink alot?" The patient mumbled something under his breath and gave a snarl. "I'll take that as a yes. It is treatable so if you want the help I need to know your name and I need you to sign some papers." "Why the hell do I need to tell you my name. Someone should have beaten your ass as a child, just because you ask so many damn questions!" JD sighed for the millionth time and said," Well sir I have to put your name on the list. That won't help if I don't know it, and I need to check your insurance. I'm pretty sure your name is on that."
The man just grumbled again but this time actually gave an answer,"Henry ..." He seemed to mumble his last name. "What was that I didn't catch it." The older man looked angry this time,"I don't want to tell you, because like every young juvenile they'll just laugh and make some stupid joke." JD looked surprised at that comment. "I won't say anything, it's just very important, sir."
"Henry Cox." JD opened his mouth to speak,"OMG! that's so cool!" He just ran out of the patients room to inform Carla. "Damn degenerates!" The patient mumbled.
Just then JD came running back, "Hey that's so cool, you won't believe this! Ok well I went to find Carla but I don't know where she is, and omg! this is awesome! I swear I thought he was the only one with this name."
Henry grabbed JD by the scruff of the shirt and pushed him back stumbling. JD was taken aback by the contact. "Get the hell out of here, and sign me up already. I don't need to here your damn ranting! Or I'll beat you mysefl! Get out of here you damn boy!" With realization JD finally figured he thought he was making fun of the man.
"Oh ummm that sounds so weird...Umm I'll just call you Henry if that's ok with you...but wow you have the same name as that other doctor." At that the Henry's eyes opened wide without hesitation. That's when a thought came to his mind. "What's his first name?" Opening his mouth about to speak the inevitable his pager went off. "Ummm sorry, but I'll be right back."
It was Carla who paged him. Showing up at the door he looked on with a huge grin, ready to give the news. "Hey I have to go check up on Izzy at home, she's not feeling too good. The nanny's with her, I'll just be right back. Now I want you to keep an eye on him over there," she looked in the direction of Dr. Cox sleeping soundly on an empty bed. "I found him puking his guts out in the bathroom. I gave him a sedative, and hopefully he'll feel better. I've never seen him like this before, but I want you to page me if he wakes up." JD agreed as Carla left still leaving the news to float around in his head.
Just a reminder: Please leave reviews, and tell me what you think on both the story so far, and the idea for a Jd/Cox.