Disclaimer: Not Mine
Author Notes: Just a bad idea written down I'm afraid. My first Scrubs story, and judging by how bad it is, probably my last.
OK
Dr. Perry Cox never even knew what hit him. One moment He was checking on a patient, the next, he was laying flat on his back, with Carla Espinosa trying desperatly to keep the blood in him. She didn't seem to be sucesseding as blood stained the ground, her hands, and their scrubs.
"It's ok, it's ok." Carla muttered.
Was it? Cox doubted it. If Dr. Bob Kelso was here, something had to be wrong. His eyes flickered up when a pair of gloved hands gently held his head still. Elliot Reid, was crying, as she did her chore.
"Easy, your ok." Carla's voice interrupted, the starring contest he was having, and his eyes flickered back to her.
He was slightly surprised when he found a small army of doctors and surgeons had appeared. JD inserted tubes and IV's and whatever else, he felt necessary. Chris Turk was holding onto Cox's right shoulder as he attempted to judge just how badly he was hurt. Dr. Wen giving urgent instructions. Even Todd and the Janitor had made apperances, both in varying degree's of shock and horror.
He felt so tired. His eyes flickered to meet Carla's and something passed between them, before her hands dug deeper and harder into him.
"Don't you dare!" She pleaded, her voice catching.
"Someone call Jordan."
Whoever said that sealed in Cox's mind, he was in trouble. If he was hurt badly enough to warrent a call to Jordan, he must be in very bad shape.
"it's ok, your ok" Carla started up with her Mantra again.
It was odd how one word could bring someone so much comfort. She really believed he was going to be ok. That's what was keeping her going.
His vision was beginning to darken at the edges, and he shot Carla a helpless look. Her hands applied as much pressure as she could, and he could still feel Turk's hand on his shoulder, however light it appeared. More hands, and now he was up. He grit his teeth at the pain that caused. The softeness of a cot met him, and the last words he heard before falling into blissful unconcsiousness was a muted;
"You're gonna be ok."
Yeah, that was lame. Sorry about how crappy that was! I really am!