well, here it is, i suppose. enjoy!

Summary: An accident befalls JD, and though all his basic memories like speaking, counting and even his ability as a doctor remains, all but one personal memory is lost, and only Dr. Cox can help him! Will JD ever be able to function properly again? Will he even ever remember who he is? And what's this rivalry between Cox and Turk[CoxJD

Rating: Um, I think it's rated T for now because of the blood, but since it's a CoxJD fanfic, who knows? Maybe I might have to bump up the rating later ...

Regular text.

"Speaking."

Thinking.

(Author's notes within story.)

My Cruddy Day

Chapter One: Stupid Bike...

JD clambered off his bike awkwardly, hopping on one foot as he tried to pull his leg over. After a second of regrouping, he removed his helmet and chained his bike to the rack, knowing very well that there were certain people that would steal and/or destroy his bike without batting an eye.

Unbeknownst to the young doctor, amid the somewhat chaotic looking ramp, stairs and bushes at the front door, was an orange electrical cable winding through the sliding doors, under the railing of the ramp and in and out the bars of the bike rack. Beyond that, it was lost under and around the cars parked at the hospital's front.

As JD stepped back, he set his foot right at the heart of a coil of this orange cable when it suddenly yanked back, rose up his ankle then knocked his leg right out from under him. Someone seemed to be pulling it from behind the parked van, not twenty feet away.

A lurch of fear tightened in JD's stomach. He was falling forward and there was no question about whether or not he could stop himself; he was already off-balance and incredibly clumsy as it is. JD's other knee buckled at the sudden weight shift and, being two or three feet away from the bike rack he'd just tied his bike too, cracked his skull against the metal arm that extended on either side of it.

There was white flame of agony that washed over his eyes then a vast darkness that he was instantly lost in. In reality, though, JD fell like a deadweight to the ground, his eyes closed lightly, a puddle of blood forming from an unseen break in the skin, hidden by dark hair.

This all taking place in under five seconds, the puller was completely unaware of what had caught the cord or what had befallen the unsuspecting JD. It was the Janitor who stood up, confused, with the resistant cord, wrapped around JD's ankle, still refusing to come any closer. Janitor dropped what he had coiled up so far and went around the back of his gray van to see JD motionless beside the bike rack.

The first emotion the Janitor felt surprisingly enough was alarm. He'd never liked the kid, and he probably wouldn't ever, but he never meant to really hurt, much less kill, anyone. Immediately, he fell to a knee beside JD, roughly shaking his shoulder.

"Hey, kid?! Can you hear me?" Janitor barked almost fearfully, By now, another just-arriving hospital employee had arrived at the scene. The scrawny intern jumped at the sight of a man out cold in a pool of blood at the hospital's doorsteps and there was a flurry of action.

Within moments, doctors were rushing out, a stretcher was being rolled down the ramp and several people were shouting orders at each other. The seemingly-innocent orange cable was shaken off and before long, JD was inside the building, still oblivious to it all.

Dr. Cox was in doctor mode after receiving the message on his pager. He arrived in one section of the emergency room to already find the man he'd been called to help, being transferred from rolling stretcher to hospital bed. Several nurses and doctors were swarmed over him, machines being started and hooked up. A tube was pushed down his airway, apparently, since he was unable to breathe without assistance.

That was the first thing that ticked Dr. Cox off that this was serious. He had yet to get a good look at this smaller, younger-looking man's face but it mattered very little as he pushed his way in, his mind already firing off at what to do next. With those disposable, latex gloves pulled on and stethoscope bouncing against his chest, Dr. Cox began a routine but rapid check of all vital signs to get his footing in the situation. Someone beside him glanced up for direction as a heart monitor started giving a shrill, rapid beep.

"What've we got so far?" Dr. Cox demanded.

The blue-scrubbed woman beside him was already reeling off the list, "Apparently trauma to the right side of the head, one laceration, no skull puncturing, but he hit the ground hard."

Dr. Cox didn't need for her to continue. So this poor sap's brain's've been rattled around and he'll be lucky to come out of this the same way he came in, the experienced doctor thought grimly as medical supplies went this way and that. The rapid blood flow from the wound had been staunched and there was already an IV drip sending a steady flow of drugs to resettle his heart since his brain had given out disrupted and unclear messages upon hitting the bike rack.

It was then that the immediate panic was calmed. This patient's heart was steady once more, there were no obstructions in his airway and they were finally in control of the situation. As everyone took a step back, Dr. Cox finally grasped the thought that'd been nagging him as since he'd arrived on the scene.

Laying motionless before him, unable to breath or help himself in anyway, was his protégé, JD.

At that momentm Carla appeared, whose shift had began before Elliot's, JD's or Turk's, and the tray she'd been gripping clattered to the ground as she passed her friend's hospital bed.

"JD?!" she gasped in shock, her face contorted with fear and confusion. "Dr. Cox, what happened to him?" Carla added as she swooped forward to gently touch his pale, seemingly paler than before, face with her finger tips. At a loss for words, Dr. Cox stared silently, his hands already peeling the gloves off out of habit. Then suddenly his voice came back, his mouth was no longer dry and a furious look spread over his brow.

"I don't know, but I sure as hell am going to find out," he growled, almost snarled, as he whipped out of the room to locate that female doctor he'd spoken to moments ago. Then he barked over his shoulder agitatedly, only the tremor in his tone giving away his anxiety, "You should probably call his little girlfriends now that they've gotten him to a safer place for the moment, alright?"

It didn't take long for him to find her, Dr. Moore, he thought, speaking to a very shaken Janitor in the lobby. She was holding a clipboard and jotting something down very quickly as the man spoke indistinctly. Dr. Cox growled and stomped towards them. He very well knew that the Janitor had it in for JD and his gut told him that he was behind this. But as Dr. Cox came closer, he saw the shocked look on the Janitor's face. Dr. Moore glanced up, knowing Dr. Cox was JD's mentor and had a fiery attitude, and looked away.

"What did you do?" the doctor demanded, after tapping his nose and crossing his arms. Guilt flashed in the Janitor's eyes. Dr. Cox looked surprised at this and something told him that maybe whatever happened, hadn't been on purpose.

Dr. Moore stepped back, wondering whether or not she should show him the notes she had taken, which were required for records in all emergency injuries. But, according to the death glare in his eyes, Dr. Cox looked determined to get the word from Janitor's mouth.

Janitor glanced up guiltily. "Look, I've never really liked the kid-"

"Yep, that's an un-incriminating way to start," Dr. Cox cut in.

After a quick glare, Janitor rolled on, "I never really liked him but I couldn't see him from the other side of the van. I was just putting some cable up, it was caught on his foot and it pulled him down." He avoided saying that he himself pulled JD down, resulting in him smashing his head on the bike rack, but the Janitor did put in that he did see JD ride by on his bike.

There was a momentary silence from Dr. Cox, but suddenly he growled and whipped away, knowing that he couldn't blame Jumpsuit for it. Not watching where his feet were taking him, Dr. Cox found himself back in the emergency ward.

JD's hair was pushed back and there was an oxygen mask obscuring his face. He was also still in street clothes, his jacket and shirt front cut open so tubes and wires and whatnot could reach his chest. Dr. Cox couldn't help wondering if he would be his girly self and wake up whining about that. Then his thoughts turned darker, as he wondered if he'd wake up at all, and if he did, would he be the same?

Suddenly, he shook his head and snatched up the charts from the side of the bed and flipped through the pages there. JD was scheduled for a CT scanning within the next hour. Until then, though, it seemed JD was to sit there and be monitored. He had yet to show any changes, positive or negative, meaning that he was still not asleep but unconscious, unresponsive so the extent of his head injury was unknown.

Maybe if, no, when, Emma here wakes up, she'll be just fine, Dr. Cox said to himself, thwarting his doctor side of thinking as he went. He noticed as nurses went by, one or two of them would look up and recognize JD, gasp and dash off. The news had already spread though the hospital like wild fire and Dr. Cox was well aware of the people staring at his back constantly. Whenever he whipped around to snarl, though, they'd all scattered away.

With dark thoughts of what could have befallen JD, Dr. Cox stormed away to bury himself in busy work.

yay, my sad first attempt at fanfiction ever. i've always wanted to write this story; the idea's been bugging me for weeks. there is another chapter coming though! i do plan on something here happening.