AN: #20 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion. And, strangely enough, this one-shot is actually a two-shot. Yay additional chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.
If This Doesn't Make You Nervous...
"Newbie, can you hear me?"
Yea, yea I can hear you. Not so loud, huh?
"JD, come on! Answer me! Damn it, kid . . ."
What are you talking about? I am—
"I need a gurney over here!"
Doctor Cox, wait. I'm fine! I think I just slipped. I don't—
"You! Jumpsuit! Why isn't there a wet floor sign or something over here? You trying to kill people?"
Janitor...
"Floor isn't wet. Kid just collapsed. I saw him."
A likely story. Doctor Cox, you don't believe any of that bull—
"Bambi!"
Carla! Oh, Carla, please tell me you can hear me! Tell everyone that I'm okay! Carla—
"Doctor Cox, what happened?"
"I don't know. One minute he's bounding around like the little girl he is and the next he's on the floor."
God, someone listen! I'm here! I'm here! Please, someone just listen to me!
"Get that backboard underneath him! Lift on the count of three. One, two, three! Now get him in for an MRI!"
Doctor Cox!...Perry?...I'm scared.
0 o 0 o 0
The kid isn't moving. He just isn't moving, but he's lying there on the floor, staring blankly up at the ceiling. And he's still breathing, as far as Perry can tell. But JD isn't smiling or laughing or doing any other girlie things he normally does. And Perry's heart jumps into his throat.
"Newbie, can you hear me?" He asks, leaning down beside the fallen young man and checking his pulse. It's erratic, and his breathing is shallow and labored. "JD, come on! Answer me!" Perry reaches into his coat pocket, extracting a pen light and shining it into JD's dazed eyes. The young man's pupils do not react.
"Damn it, kid," he mutters turning around and yelling down the corridor. "I need a gurney over here!" As he turns back to the younger doctor, he spots the Janitor standing only a few feet away, staring at JD with furrowed eyebrows. "You! Jumpsuit! Why isn't there a wet floor sign or something over here? You trying to kill people?"
The Janitor shakes his head slowly, concentrating hard on JD's motionless figure. "Floor isn't wet. Kid just collapsed. I saw him."
Perry rolls his eyes. He can't tell if the Janitor is lying or not. His reaction is strange, though.
"Bambi!" Carla's gasp brings Perry back to the present, and he glances towards her as she leans down on the other side of JD. "Doctor Cox, what happened?"
Perry growls, looking up and down the hallway for the gurney that is supposedly on its way. "I don't know. One minute he's bounding around like the little girl he is and the next he's on the floor." He ignores the disdainful look that the nurse gives him, watching as the gurney finally comes into sight. With little effort he and Carla are able to turn him onto his side.
"Get that backboard underneath him!" He commands the frightened interns surrounding them. They jump and comply shakily. "Lift on the count of three. One, two, three!" He, Carla, and two other interns heft JD onto the gurney. The young man's head lolls lifelessly, his eyes never blinking. One intern immediately places a breathing mask over JD's mouth and nose, pumping much-needed oxygen into the young doctor's lungs. "Now get him in for an MRI!"
Perry watches them disappear down the corridor, his fingers stringing through his hair as he grinds his teeth and kicks the wall nearest to him.
0 o 0 o 0
JD watches through paralyzed eyes as he is slid slowly into the MRI machine. He wants to cry so badly, but his tear ducts are about as useless as he is at the moment. The machine begins to whir to life, the sound becoming almost deafening before it finally stops and he is slid back out.
"God, look at these results," one intern says, holding up a transparent film of JD's scan.
"Christ," the other mutters, glancing down towards the young man. "Guy's a fucking time bomb."
Time bomb? Hey, what's going? What's wrong with me?
"We have to tell Doctor Cox."
"All right. You go show him the film. I'll get Doctor Dorian to a room and have him admitted."
'Doctor Dorian?' Huh. No one ever calls me that. Sounds kind of nice...
"Why do I have to show it to Doctor Cox?" the first intern complains.
"Because you're the one holding the film," the other counters, beginning to shift JD slightly.
Oh, suck it up, you scaredy cats. Perry's not that bad.
"Help me get him back onto the gurney."
"Close his eyes first, would you? He's giving me the creeps."
Hey!
"Wuss," the second intern scoffs, leaning over JD and carefully lowering his eyelids over his dimmed, screaming blues.
No, wait! Don't...I'm afraid of the dark.
