VENGEFUL

Summary: A doctor, though he may be skilled in his profession, cannot save every patient. Sometimes, there is simply nothing that can be done. However, some people don't share that view and want revenge. That is something Dr Cox is about to learn. Will he make it out alive? R&R

a/n italics thought. it will usually be clear who's thoughts :)

Perry Cox sat alone at the bar. he was once again drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a glass of scotch. He'd been having a rough week, or a rougher week than usual which unfortunately was a common fact being a doctor and all. He downed his third glass of scotch and huffed loudly, slamming the glass onto the counter. He huffed again and blew one of his curls out of his face, only for it to fall right back to where it was before which annoyed him to no end.

'Hey, Priscilla. Another scotch. Now' he yelled at the bartender, who looked so much like Newbie he called him girls' names in a force of habit.

'The name's Jack, asshole' the young man retorted

'Giant who cares. Just give me the scotch, Joanne' Perry growled.

With a glare in Perry's direction, the bartender got the bottle and poured out a glass.

After taking a large swig of scotch from his glass, Perry slumped forward and put his head on his arms and groaned loudly. 'What a week.' he grumbled. And he was quite within his right to be disgruntled by the week he'd had, he had been unable to save the lives of eight of his patients. eight, his death count was usually much lower than that every week, if any of his patients died at all. he growled to himself and began banging his forehead against his arms repeatedly.

Perry suddenly got a strange feeling that someone was watching him, so he lifted his head and peered over his arms. Sure enough, a raven-haired young man was watching him with beady black eyes. And true to his brusque nature, Perry snarled at the man with one of his oh-so-Coxish glares. The youth responded with a smirk, and held his Perry's gaze for a moment, completely unfazed by Perry's attitude . After a few moments, he looked away and returned to the people he had been talking to, whilst drawing his cell phone from his pocket with an odd expression on his face.

Perry felt unnerved by the kid...urgh, he just had a bad feeling about him. there's deffinately something familiar about him, though. where have i seen him before?

he found that he couldn't enjoy his drink any more...he just felt so irritated, and he didn't even know why. it wasn't like he hadn't been glared at before...

Perry did't know why he had decided to leave just then; he just had a bad feeling about that guy. There was definitely something strange and yet familiar about him. He fumbled in his pockets for his cell phone so he could call himself a cab to come take him back to his apartment.

Of course, he hadn't even begun to draw the phone from his pocket before ominous laughter echoed through the quiet street.

'Well, well, well. If it isn't Doctor Cox. What are you doing out here alone? These streets are dangerous yanno' a man sneered as he stepped out of the shadows.

Perry turned around in surprise, and saw that to his dismay, this man was quite easily twice his own size.

'Oh what now? What do you want Shrek?' Perry grumbled as he continued to rummage for his cell.

A look of anger crossed the man's face, and Perry noticed. But that was about all he could do before a huge fist connected with his jaw, which sent him to the ground.

Dazed and tasting blood, Perry attempted to get up on shaky legs, only to be kicked, and hard, in the gut, sending right back to the ground with a loud ompf.

However Perry Cox, whether he was drunk or sober, never went down without a fight, not even when his assailant was so huge and his chances were slim. He lunged at the man's midriff, and caused him to lose his balance and go flying into a nearby dumpster.

Perry was drunk, but not so much so that he didn't recognise a chance to escape when he saw one. he didn't stand a chance against this giant of a man. however, before he had a chance to turn around and ditch the guy, another, somewhat smaller man appeared out of nowhere and took him by surprise. and before he knew it, perry was back on the ground, gasping.

'What the hell, ass?' he snarled, trying to see the new arrival's face through the darkness, although he already had a rather good idea of who it was. he got up and massaged his jaw where he had been punched twice, and hard too.

'oh i didn't expect you to remember me, Perry.' a smooth voice responded.

'who are you? am i supposed to know you and the incredible hulk over there?'

'yes, but that doesn't matter, you're going to pay for what you did'

'say what?'

perry barely had time to respond to the young man's statement when he, for the third time that night, found himself on the ground. he was grabbed roughly around the shoulders and hauled to his feet. and the same cycle continued. perry tried to defend himself, but every time he tried, the huge man would always restrain him. And for the umpteempth time Perry was on the ground, spitting up blood. he gasped for air and tried to sit up...and then he saw the gun pointed at him. He froze, blue eyes fixed on the weapon.

'This was fun, Doc, but the time has come for this little squabble to come to an end. Say goodbye.'

oh shit,

BANG. BANG. Two gunshots were fired into the night. The people inside the pub heard the shots and raced out of the inn in time to see, or rather hear a car speeding off into the distance and Perry Cox lying beaten and bruised in a pool of blood that was steadily growing.

JD sighed loudly. He was stuck on call tonight when all of his friends were off having fun without him. He hated being on Call alone, but it didn't matter. He imagined what he'd be doing if he were with his friends now. JD smiled as he imagined his chocolate bear, Turk, doing his robot dance with hordes of excited girls watching on the sidelines.

He sighed again, blinked and shifted his weight into a better position. These beds weren't exactly what you'd call comfortable. He groaned as he tried to get rid of an awkward lump that was digging into his back. 'Why do I always get the uncomfortable beds?' he thought aloud. 'I swear they move around when I'm not looking.'

After finally getting comfortable, or as comfortable as you could get on a worn out bed that was in dire need of replacing, JD sighed out of the sheer boredom of not being needed and having nobody to talk to.

He was only vaguely aware of the bustling and babbling of the nurses and patients outside the door, there was nothing interesting to keep his attention any way.

'Oh come on, there's got to be something more exciting going on, this is a hospital for crying out loud' he groaned to himself. It had been a whole half an hour since anything happened that the nurses could't handle on their own.

And then his beeper went off

'Please, please, please, let this be something good.' He prayed. He glanced at the little gadget, and whooped loudly. 'A gunshot victim needs my help. That's excellent, well, not so much for the guy…but anyway, I got to go' he thought to himself. He raced out of the dingy little room and off hastily to where he was needed…

it had been a quiet night in sacred heart, with nothing interesting for a young doctor to do. But then, the pager goes off. Something has happened. Naturally, JD had been excited, but then he saw just who his new patient was. his heart sank as he recognized the face behind the bruises and the blood. Perry Cox. Oh dear god…he thought to himself.

A/N I no, I no, I keep changing this chapter. I'm sorry, but I keep getting better ideas. I'm sorry, I no it's annoying, but please bare with me…