A/N: Not really about any Scrubs story line, just about the heart monitors and anger they cause. I guess it's a little angsty.
Disclaimer: I own Scrubs. I am also richer than Bill Gates and have invented the money tree.
I was just sitting down after a 12-hour shift when I heard my pager beep, my patient just coded. I ran to her room and got the defibrillator ready and gave one shock.
Wheep
CLEAR!
And another.
Wheep
CLEAR!
And another.
Wheep
CLEAR!
"She's still flat-lining!"
"Duh!"
"One more!"
Wheep
CLEAR!
"She's gone."
"DAMN IT!" and I threw the paddles, which didn't work too well because they were attached to the machine, but it made me feel better. Well, not really. So I threw another object, not really anywhere. I locked my fingers around my head and just stared at the heart monitor angrily. The flat line, and the ? marks. What was it asking? Didn't it understand? The person DIED already! Why? Because her heart gave out! Her body rejected the heart transplant, damn it! No, it wasn't a 'malfunction'. Well, it was, of a human body. Didn't it understand that humans weren't like machines? If a machine part breaks down then you can just replace it, one that's better, functional. It doesn't have to worry about the right 'blood type' or 'tissue rejection'. Machine parts are interchangeable, people parts aren't. I just threw a random object at it shoved everyone out of my way. Judging by the sound of panic in the room I figured that I broke the stupid machine. At least it can be fixed. And if it couldn't, well, the hospital could just get a new one. Maybe one that didn't ask stupid questions. But you can't get a new life. Damn it! Shut up! I banged my head against the on-call room wall. I was sitting on the bed leaning my head against the wall, in the dark. Then someone came into the room.
"If you want to keep living I suggest you turn around and leave in the next 5 seconds."
"Perry," damn it, it was Carla. She will never leave me alone!
"I just wanted to see if you were ok."
"Am I ok? Yea, I'm ok why wouldn't I be?"
"Well you threw some things and you -"
"I what? Broke the stupid monitor? Tell Bobbo to shove it."
"No, you threw a syringe and got Bambie pretty bad in the face."
My heart dropped. I actually hit him?
"I didn't realize, I, uh, I hit him?" I sighed. Nothing like just piling it on. "Is it bleeding bad?"
"Not anything a bandage can't fix, but J.D. thinks your mad at him and that you blame him for the patients dying. A bandage can't fix THAT."
I groaned. I wasn't liking where this was going.
"You should talk to him."
I hit my head against the one more time and groaned.
"Perry." She said threateningly.
I turned and looked at her. She gave me a look that would have taken my look in a dark alley and beat it's ass. Then taken it and tortured it for good while.
"Fine." I got up to leave.
"He's in the clinic."
I grunted. God I was going to HATE this. Emotions aren't my thing, for those of you haven't met me for 6 seconds before. I walked in the clinic room where J.D. was leaning his head against the wall.
"I'm not seeing any patients today, so just leave."
"Newbie,"
"D-Dr. Cox?" he stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I-" he spluttered.
"It wasn't your fault."
"But you-"
"I was just angry, I didn't mean to hit you."
He turned around and I saw the large bandage on his right cheek.
"Do you really mean that?" he looked at me with his big, shiny eyes.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Yes, I do." I was taken back when he suddenly hugged me, his head barely reaching under my chin. I had pulled my arms up for a minute, and then I clumsily put my arms around him. One hug wouldn't hurt, could it? After about 3 seconds I let go, when he didn't I sighed.
"Let go, Bertha. 3 second rule."
"Yea, sorry." And he stumbled out of the room. I sighed, rubbed my face and left the room. I was walking down the hall to get to my car when I saw Samantha practically skipping around the hospital. I drove home and had myself a scotch. I guess showing feelings once in a while wasn't so bad, but since I had met my hug quota for that month it meant everyone just had to by emotionally sound 'till the end of the month, or I had to not make someone cry for that amount of time. God, that was going to be hard. Instead of thinking about it I just downed my scotch and went to bed.
A/N: Done! It wasn't supposed to be a JD/Cox fic, but whatever. I might write another chapter from J.D.'s point of view. I dunno, it depends on reviews! R&R!
P.S. Reading a story and then not reviewing is like eating at restaurant and not paying, so...yea.