NOTICE:: There is a person out there, with the username PerryCoxLover. He/She completely copy and pasted this story onto their own, naming it Scars. Just so everyone out there knows, this was written first and is the original. To be honest I am furious and I feel ripped off, but nevermind. I just wanted you all to know that THIS is the original. I already have, but if you would report the utter plagiarism and help the copied version be taken down quicker, I would be really grateful. Thank you.
Disclaimer:: I own absolutely nothing.
Author's Note:: For any of you who read anything else I write, I've not got the best record with updating regularly or finishing in a very timely manner. I probably should be working on my Teen Wolf fanfic, but I started watching Scrubs on my Netflix and.. this just wouldn't leave me alone. If you don't know me, you might not know that I have some fascination with killing and/or maiming characters and writing about other character's reactions.. yeah.. I'm weird.. and possibly demented, but ya know.. anyway.. here we go.
Warnings:: Dark themes, language, suicidal thoughts or tendencies, and possible character death.
Dr. Perry Cox checked his watch for about the fortieth time in the past twenty minutes. Where the hell was Newbie? His shift started almost an hour ago and he just hadn't shown up?! What the fuck was the matter with him? Grumbling quietly to himself he made his way to the next patient. He spoke rapidly to the patient over the bed, before tossing over his shoulder a quick demand.
"Start Mr. Jacobs on a round of-" abruptly realizing that Newbie was, in fact, not there, and he had acted merely on habit.
Biting his lip and thinking fast, he gave a short whistle to an intern that was walking nervously down the hallway. Said intern looked back at Perry with a look of shock and confusion on his face, and there was a lot of fear as well, but that was normal when Cox addressed an intern.
"M-Me S-Sir?" he asked shakily as he walked toward his superior.
"Yes, you Susan Slowmotion. Now go get some Cefedroxil for Martin here... Now! Chop chop!" He watched with a look of smug satisfaction as the intern gave a rushed 'yes sir' and vanished from sight. Without even a second look at the patient, he left the room.
Impatience and irritation growing at the lack of Newbie to use as an emotional punching bag, he walked toward the nurses station, leaning on the counter and glaring at the women behind. He barked his next words, directed at Carla, who was thumbing through a stack of files.
"Where the hell is Julianna?" He snapped, although his tone was softer with Carla than it had been with the intern. He could tolerate her much more than the others.
"Who?" she asked, not even looking up from her files as she quickly sorted them into piles based on doctors. "I'm not telling you anything until you use his proper name."
"You don't use his proper name." he shot back, if somewhat childishly. "You use the completely and utterly moronic Disney cartoon pet name."
"That's different. He's my Bambi." she was now straightening the files and dropping them into their respective bins. "Now, who were you looking for."
"Where. Is. Newbie." His words were accented with an icy staccato.
"Not what I was looking for, but close enough." She paused long enough to turn and actually look at Dr. Cox for the first time. "No, I haven't seen JD yet today. Turk just asked me too. Have you paged him?"
"Have I paged him?!" Cox asked, dumbfounded. Did she really just ask him that? "Yes I've paged him! About twenty times actually. And he hasn't called, or paged back, or anything. Half the freaking staff hasn't shown up, and I'm covering about six intern's patients. He needs to be here tonight."
"Well I'll call, alright, I have to do my job tonight too."
As Perry stormed away to check on another patient, he glanced down at his watch. It was 9:30 PM. If Newbie wasn't here in the next thirty minutes... he almost went into a daydream about the chewing out he would give him the next time he saw Shirley's face. As he rounded a corner, he saw somebody out of the corner of his eye.
"Barbie!" he snapped, whistling sharply.
"Yes, Dr. Cox?"
"When Paulianne McKay gets in today, you are to page me and clear the area of witnesses." Barbie rolled her eyes and turned away, moving back to aiding her own patients.
It was another ten minutes before Carla finished sorting out the files and getting them into the correct bins for the correct doctors. And it really didn't help that every four seconds someone was calling, or some doctor was needing lab results and couldn't wait another twenty seconds. Finally, at about 9:45, she managed to pick up the phone from the desk in front of her and put it to her ear. Dialing the number familiar to her as her fiance's best friend's number.
She wasn't too surprised when she got his answering machine. He probably just overslept and was on his way in. She waited patiently until the whole message was over and the beep sounded.
"Hey JD, it's Carla. You better get your skinny white ass down here before Dr. Cox starts ripping heads off puppies and babies. C'mon Bambi. We need ya up here. Today is most definitely not the day to play hookie."
She hung up the phone, and returned to the files and lab work.
It had been another two hours. Newbie was nowhere to be found, and they were completely and utterly swamped. Dr. Cox's temper was to the max, and anyone who hung around near him for too long was liable to end up in the emergency room. As he leaned back on the couch in the lounge to take his first break of the night, he got a page for a new patient, still critical. Groaning, he dragged himself to his feet.
It wasn't a long walk, but at the same time each step was tiring, mainly because with each stride he was passing the rooms of patients that he would have to tend to later anyway. Just the thought tempted him to ignore the page and just go sleep, in the on-call room if necessary. If it would get him away from all the patients, Gomers, and idiotic interns who seemed to think that he existed purely as an advice box, it would be worth it. As he entered the room that had curtains blocking off another patient, he barely glanced at the patient that laid on the bed.
He picked up the clipboard that held all the information and quickly scanned over it. All it said was that basically they had no clue who the guy was, what his medical history was, whether or not he had any allergies.. Basically all it said was that he was a man, and he was in his late twenties. He let loose a long whistle as he read down the list of injuries from a car crash. Head trauma, broken left arm and leg, shattered wrist, eight broken ribs, internal damage, dislocated right shoulder, heavy blood loss. Two thoughts echoed through his head. One, how lucky the man before him was to even be alive, and two, that it didn't look much like he was going to be much longer.
He leaned forward to look at the man's face, but it was impossible to discern any features, what little of his face that wasn't bandaged, had stitches. All he could tell was that the guy had dark brown hair, but much of it had been shaved so parts of his head could be stitched. He picked up a needle from the side of the bed and drew a vile of blood from it. He whistled for an Intern who came running, and handed him the vile.
"Get this guy's blood type and get transfusions set up. He's lost a lot of blood."
"Yessir." As the flustered intern dashed off, Perry took a second to look at the unconscious patient. He frowned.
"Poor guy.." he whispered, "It would've been easier on you if you had just died.." he sighed before going back to check up on his patients.
He had almost fallen asleep, fucking ALMOST! When his pager went off. Again. This one however had him on his feet and running down the hall in seconds. The patient, the one he had called lucky, he was coding. He had gotten there seconds before the nurses, and in a few seconds more the defibrillator was in his hands. A nurse did compressions, before he pressed the paddles to the man's chest. His chest arched upwards as the paddles touched his skin. He repeated this about seven or eight times, when he was about to call it.
Out of the blue, the a small beep roused his attention. He was thrilled to see that one again the patient's heart was beating. He set the defibrillator back on the crash cart and sighed in relief, looking down at the patient. Suddenly and without any warning, the eye that wasn't covered in a bandage snapped open, and stared right at Perry. The second it was open it closed, it opening of course was just nerves reacting. He couldn't have opened his eyes with the heavy pain and sleeping medication he was under. But Perry didn't notice or care.
"Uhm... Dr. Cox?" someone said behind him, but he didn't care. As he stared down at the patient, a single thought echoed through his lips, but he wouldn't say it aloud. The image of the pale blue iris flashed before his eyes again and again and again. Because he knew that eye. He saw that eye every day. It felt like he had been punched right in the chest, as the name echoed again. In a voice so quiet he didn't even hear himself, he whispered.
"Newbie?"
So.. too cheesy? Crappy? Or did you like it? I don't mean to be a comment whore but when I get reviews, I do usually update faster..