AN: #3 in the Great One-Shot Expulsion series...
For Those Who Thought Wrong:
If Perry's migraine didn't disappear, and soon, he was going to hurt someone—no, scratch that; he was going to kill someone—be they co-worker, underling, or patient. The throbbing in his head only worsened as he clenched his jaw while pondering this, attempting to look like he was reading a chart at the nurses station.
Three more hours, Per, he encouraged himself. Three more hours, and you can go home and sleep it all away.
Four hours later found Perry still at the hospital, having been roped into a double-shift. His migraine had not disappeared and was slowly spreading. The rest of his body ached in sympathy.
"Doctor Cox?"
Any other day, Perry would not have hesitated to whirl on whoever it was that caused a sharp pain to slice his head in two. Today, however, he merely hunched his shoulders, grimacing against the agony.
"Perry?" the voice said more softly, a gentle hand resting on his arm—and, Lord, how he wanted to lean into that touch. He slowly turned his head to find JD watching him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Brittany," he greeted gruffly, resisting the urge to wince as he nodded.
"Perry, I thought you were off an hour ago," the young man said with confusion. "What are you still doing here?"
"Hell doesn't sleep, Newbie," Perry replied tiredly, scratching an illegible signature on a patient's chart and reaching for a new one. JD's fingers curled around his wrist firmly, keeping him from extracting another chart.
"JD," he sighed exhaustedly, closing his eyes. He was in no mood or state to argue with the young man.
"Go home," JD instructed, his tone surprisingly steady. Perry opened his mouth to protest, but the young doctor gave him no chance, swooping in and brushing his lips against the older man's. He took Perry's moment of shock to whisper against his mouth. "Elliot and I will cover the rest of your patients. I'll be by the apartment later with dinner. Just...Go home. Get some rest."
Perry's entire body sagged with relief. But, still, he couldn't help arguing just the same. "Bobbo will have a hissy fit."
"Leave Kelso to me," JD smirked. "If he has a problem with it, I'll sic Carla on him."
The older man couldn't keep a smile from tainting his lips as he turned to JD fully and pulled him forward into a kiss.
When Perry finally did leave, JD saw him to the door, making sure no one stopped him and that he did, in fact, actually leave the hospital. When the older man was safely in his Porsche and pulling out of the hospital parking lot, JD quickly yanked the pager off of his scrubs, sending out a mass message that all of Doctor Cox's pages were to be redirected to either Elliot or himself under penalty of extreme bodily harm.
The only message he received in return was from the blonde doctor: JD, what the frick?!
AN: Truthfully, not one of my favorites. But you gotta love that last line.