A/N: Heya, this is mine (Awesome Dorkess) and Taby42's account. :cheer: We're doing this totally awesome idea where I write one chapter, then taby42, then me, then taby etc...
So, tell us what you think xD
This first chapter's by Moi, Awesome Dorkess xD
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I'm not sure how long I've been lying here... half buried in freezing snow. Snow that can only be identified by the sheer, biting cold. Not by the colour no... the white/grey powder has long since turned a crimson colour which has been tormenting me all the time I've simply been laying here. you'd have thought I would have moved by now, but you know what? Snows a great insulator so I'm sort of encouraging it right now. After simply lying here for about three hours now, I've come to ignore the growing pain in my stomach and shoulder. I think I've accomplished something here seeing as it feels like knives piercing every square inch of said body parts. Oh, not to mention my foot isn't actually connected to a joint right now and is bent in some strange way... Ew.
I know I should be freezing but to be honest (and I know I should be worried about this) I'm kind of warm. The minute I noticed that, a thousand thoughts pooled into my head as to what it may suggest. Hypothermia was the first thought. But it could be anything from hypothermia to paralysis which would make me seriously screwed... well, more screwed than am now. Getting out of this alive to simply be still for the rest of my life... what's the point? I know people have cope with that, I know. But as a Doctor, stuff like that just isn't meant to happen. Doctor's aren't allowed to be sick or anything like that.
I find myself laughing hoarsely. I guess it's too late to be worrying about being sick, I've already gone and done that... and what the hell is wrong with my arm!? I...
One minute... oh dear... Arm pain... stomach pain... and if my BP was low...
Oh God...
I need my phone. Where is my phone? Dammit, I need my phone! I reach out into my pocket to find it completely empty, save for a few pieces of gum and a plastic ring out of an old cracker I found under the couch this morning. Oh God, where's my phone.
I turn my head to the left slightly and scan the snow around me. Ah! There it is! Is it... is it ringing? Oh crap it is! I reach out to get it, but my fingertips just miss it. Nonononononononoooo! I just need something to drag it closer. I quickly scan the area around my head before finding a stick near my ear. Using my good arm, I pick it up and slide it towards my still ringing phone.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." I mutter as the stick pokes the phone before I can stop my hand from shaking too much. After my hand calms down a little, I lip the end of the stick around the back of my phone and slowly pull it towards me. Just as my numb hands pick it up, it goes onto answer machine. Oh for God's sake...
"Yo, man, it's Turk. Why aren't you answering your Pager? You should hear right now, it's hilarious... terrifying... but hilarious..." Sure enough, I could hear shouting in the background, "Sorry, dude, I gotta go. If he sees me in here with my phone, I'm dead. Just wondering where you are. See yah Vanilla Bear."
I stare at the phone for at least five minutes after that. Then it suddenly hit me... why the hell didn't I press answer when he was recording the message? It would have let me talk to Turk.
Then call him back you idiot! I think to myself. Oh yea... I'm really not thinking straight here...
I typed in his number but it wouldn't let me call. What!? Why isn't it... Oh for the love of...
No signal.
Great.
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TBC
Sooooo... what did you think of taht? Should we carry on? Oh, btw, you may have seen a few other of my stories on scrubs, but this is Taby42's first fic xD Let's all cheer xD