This is my first time writing, so be nice. :P

I own no rights to Scrubs or Silent Hill.

"I don't know what I was doing in a place like this. I'm not even quite sure how I got here." Perry Cox painfully opened his eyes. His Porsche was slammed into a street sign on the side of a deserted mountain road, wrecked. He never let anyone touch his Porsche and the irony of him destroying it only fueled his growing headache. His ears were ringing, his eyes were burning, and pain was throbbing on every inch of his body. There were so many questions that he desperately tried to answer as he connected the dots on the last few hours.

"I remember that work at the hospital was becoming increasingly intolerable," Perry thought to himself, "what with Dr. Satan, the Chief of Medicine, and Jordan, my ex-wife and personal demon of the underworld, going out of their way to plunge my life into a literal hell. I remember dealing with patients who were trying their ve-her-ry best to die on me or just generally make an ass of themselves too. Everything was really taking its toll on me and I spent the rest of my night at the bar after work." And then it all hit him and he felt as if somebody had knocked the wind out of him. "Damn it", he expressed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I must have gotten drunk and tried to drive home. But normally somebody would be there to play police and at least call me a cab home." He wracked his brain harder trying to remember his surroundings, further escalating his headache to nauseating levels. "I pissed off Jordan and was supposed to be riding the couch for calling her "a cow that is going to end up being just like her mother". I guessed I crossed some line that I didn't know she established with that one. Carla and Gandhi were out of town doing their oh-so-disgusting married couple business. And Barbie was caught up in another one of her neurotic relationship tizzies I couldn't care less about. That just leaves Newbie." Perry felt an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought about younger doctor, as if all the weight of the world focused itself in the center of his body. He lifted his sore body up from his seat to leave forward, as if this position would help his thought process somehow. "Normally the kid would have been overly cautious about how much I would be drinking and badgering me to open up about my problems like the girl he is. As adorable as it was, I would never be the type to vomit my heart out and burden anyone else. Not even somebody I respected as much as Newbie. Maybe I pissed him off and he left the bar. Yeah, that's a reasonable scenario." Perry felt the heaviness in his heart lift as he rationalized.

Perry quickly accepted the fact that he was alone on this foreign road. This wouldn't be the first time he has been forced into a situation where he was by himself though. Hell, his whole childhood was a sea of problems with isolation lurking in it. He survived it all somehow. This couldn't be any worse. He reached for his cell phone in his pant pocket to call Jordan and get her to pick him up. Reaching into his pocket was excruciatingly painful; the impact from the crash did a number on his body. His profession as a doctor began to surface as he examined his body for broken bones. He was still intact and functioning, unlike his phone. The screen was shattered and impossible to read, the buttons were jammed, and any glimmer of battery life was absent. It was a shame too, he already had a rant prepared for his impending conversation with the she-devil. Frustrated, he threw the useless hunk of plastic into the back seat. It didn't make a satisfying thud he expected though.

Perry angrily turned around to see why the incapacitated phone didn't make a louder noise. His feelings of annoyance fled and were replaced by shock, horror and a few other emotions he couldn't identify. In the back seat of his ruined vehicle laid JD, unconscious. Perry scrambled to unclip his seatbelt and darted to the rear of his car. He viscously tore open the door and he felt his legs almost give out from under him. The burning in his eyes intensified and his mouth went dry.

"My god," he was shouting inside of his mind. His soreness no longer existed and became replaced by the sickening feeling of guilt. "It all makes sense now: how I got here, how I managed to drive drunk, why nobody sober tried to stop me, everything. We wound up getting drunk together last night. It was probably obvious how upset I was, Newbie's got that womanly intuition about emotions. He had been drinking with me - trying to help me - and things got out of control. And with no sober wits between us, I tried to drive us home, obviously got lost and crashed. How could I have been such an idiot?" Perry snapped out of his self-abuse streak to shift his focus of JD. "The impact of the crash must have knocked him out." Perry treated him as if he were a hospital patient and began to inspect his body of signs of broken bones, internal bleeding, and the rest of the examination protocol. JD appeared to be perfectly stable, but it was only an examination without instrumental help. Perry didn't want to trust only what his eyes saw. Some kind of unsettled feeling in his chest urged him to do more, but his mind couldn't come up with a resolution.

Perry stepped away to gather his wits and take in his surroundings. He was surrounded by mountains and dense forest. The nature around here didn't allow any sliver of light to shine through. The road is obviously aged and crafted from dirt. It was all extremely difficult to see as a blanket of fog enveloped the entire landscape. He walked the perimeter of his vehicle to the sign he smashed into a couple of hours ago. He managed to read the sign through the damages. "'Welcome to the town of Silent Hill'?" Perry squinted to cut through the almost unnatural fog. "Thank Jesus, Buddha and Mohammad, there's a town ahead." He wasn't quite relieved yet though.

Perry made his way back over to JD whose conditions remained unchanged. Perry hesitated; he knew attempting to move an injured person could be threatening to their wellbeing. But he knew he is responsible for JD being in his suffering state. Perry went to pick up JD as gently as he could. JD mumbled slightly when Perry picked him up. "Don't worry, I got you." Perry assured JD as if he could actually comprehend him. Perry managed to carry JD as if he was a bride and they were going over the threshold of their new home together. But instead of happy newlyweds, they were severely injured doctors in an unknown place. And instead of crossing the threshold to their new home and life together, Perry carried JD into the town of Silent Hill desperately searching for help.

That wasn't too bad, right?

Constructive criticism helps, haha. And Chapter Two is already in progress. ^_^