AN: The very first of many from my new series: The Great One-Shot Expulsion. It's my new project. :) Wish me luck.
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.
Visible Through Blind Eyes:
"Patient is a white male, thirty-years-old. RBC and iron levels are low. Symptoms are shortness of breath, chest pain, and irregular pulse."
Perry listened to the nurse drone on and on about the patient's vitals, the doctor part of his brain absorbing and storing the information away out of habit.
"He's anemic," he grunted, signing off on another patient's chart. "Shoot him up with some iron and send him on his way."
"We did. His body isn't taking the iron."
"Then set him up for a blood transfusion," Perry snapped, shoving the chart into the metal holder on the nurses station and stalking off down the hall. The nurse followed, completely unperturbed by the man's attitude.
"We don't have enough of his blood type. He's losing too much because of the gunshot wound."
Perry stopped abruptly and wheeled around, his red, exhausted eyes glaring at her as she snarled, "Why didn't you say that to begin with?" He snatched the chart from her hands and scanned it quickly. "Why isn't he in surgery?"
Before the nurse could reply, an annoyingly familiar figure burst into the hallway, sprinting towards them with frantic and stumbling leaps.
"Coxie!"
Perry's blood boiled at the nickname, his jaw clenching. He was supposed to have been off an hour ago. He had now been at the hospital for nearly thirty hours, and all he wanted was to go home, have mind-blowing sex with Newbie, and curl up in bed until his next shift tomorrow night.
"Dan, this is re-he-heally not the time to—"
"Give him my blood, Coxie," Dan interrupted desperately, grabbing the front of the man's white coat and squeezing until his knuckles turned an alarming shade of white. "H-He needs blood, right? Give him mine."
"What—" Perry was barely able to get a word out before the tears in Dan's eyes said it all. He stiffened and swallowed hard as he shifted his gaze over the other man's shoulder and down the hall towards the hospital room where several nurses rushed in and out with blood-soaked gauze and sheets.
Perry's wide eyes looked down at the chart in his shaking hand, dropping it as the name John Dorian stared up at him.
AN: Thus, it starts...LET THE GAMES BEGIN.