Chapter 5

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On to Chapter 5…

Dr. Cox's POV

We were sitting in darkness.

We were silent, but we didn't even hear the faucet dripping.

We were too busy reminiscing.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop.

The memories wouldn't go away.

They wouldn't stop haunting me.

It was only two hours later, but it seemed like years had gone by.

Six years, to be exact.

"Kid, you do realize that you almost just died, and you're standing up and looking out of the window like nothing happened."

"I know, Dr. Cox, but there's something about this place. I think it's the fact that right now, people around me are helping people and saving people's lives."

"You see, that is exactly what is happening right now. I wonder why. Maybe it's because we're in a hospital. Now, I'm supposed to ask you a question to put on your file. Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" He asked. He obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb."

"You don't want to know for a file."

"I want to know so I can give you corny advice, and a life lesson," I retorted.

"I did it because I was feeling sorry for myself, and no one else seemed to be. Before Sammy died, I just got through one of the roughest patches. I couldn't take all of the emotional suffering. I had to do it. There was no one to talk to. No one wanted to listen to my problems abut my parent's divorce after getting remarried for the third time. Sammy was the only one I could ever count on. Then, she died and I felt as if no one cared about me. No one cared about poor little J.D. My own brother wouldn't even visit me. He said things like this happen all of the time. He said he had felt the same way before. But I knew he didn't. I knew that no one felt like I did. No one could."

"I can top that," I said.

"How so?"

"My father was an abusive drunk."

"No, I think they're pretty equal." He changed the subject. "What do you think I would be like as a doctor?"

"I think you'd be one hell of one."

I knew I had been right when I said that. Newbie was the best out of the batch of residents.

J.D.'s POV

"What do you think I would be like as a doctor?"

"I think you'd be one hell of one."

I could remember Dr. Cox saying that to me. That day was, after all, one of my favorites out of my 27 years.

Although I have to admit my first day as an intern wasn't as great, it came in second place.

It was because I got to see my hero again.

"Hey, Dr. Cox, do you remember me?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, J.D., John Dorian?"

"Weren't you one of those loons who I saved?" He had asked me.

"Yes…"

"And you got into medicine because of me, right?"

"Yes…"

I remember his expression just then.

"Okay, newbie, listen up. I need you to place an IV on Mrs. Heans. I also need you to remember that in no way must I be reminded of that awfully inspiring day. Clear?"

"Crystal," I had made the mistake of saying that. He had thought I was calling him a girl's name. The joke was on me. I was now the girl.

One hour later…

"Michelle, I need you to-"

"Catherine, you get your butt in-"

"Grace, there you are. Are you still having the nurses do that for you? What, you're too afraid because you're scared your girl problems will interfere with this difficult procedure? My God, newbie, get some stones."

I remembered it like it was yesterday.

Oh wait, he had called me three girl names very close to those yesterday.

I looked at Dr. Cox. He seemed to be deep in thought, too. The room was uncomfortably quiet. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Suddenly we both jumped as the sound was broken by the awful beeping of a pager. It was Dr. Cox's.

Who would be paging Dr. Cox on his day off?

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Peace.

Haley