Perry sat at the bar, glass of scotch in hand. He'd been sat there since clocking off 15 minutes before, nursing the same glass. He hadn't spoken to anyone since arriving, probably due to the way he was glaring at the bottom of his glass, which wasn't exactly inviting to social interaction.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Newbie get us and walk towards the exit. This somehow seemed to annoy the Doctor even more, and swigged the remaining drop of scotch back in an angrily.
He raised his hand to signal a refill from the bartender, however as he looked up he noticed the two burly men who had been sat next to Newbie's table get up and leave. Alarm bells rang in his head. He put his hand up and nixed the refill, throwing a few bills on the counter instead, and exiting the crowded bar.
Outside he looked around the dimly lit sidewalk, nothing seemed amiss, but that nagging thought in the back of his mind wouldn't go away. Sighing he crossed the street and walked towards the entrance of the alleyway which led to the hospital parking lot. As he neared it the telltale sounds of a scuffle filtered out. He rounded the corner, his eyes drinking in the scene at once, two guys stood kicking a figure led on the floor, curled up.
JD.
The two guys looked up, Cox wasn't sure what to do. So, as usual he did the first thing that popped into his head. He fought. Charging forwards he chucked his right arm out, fist barrelling into the face of the guy nearest to him. The element of surprise was on his side and the other man could only grab out to hold onto his friend as he fell sideways. Perry's eyes met the gaze of the bearded man stood over JD. His eyes burned, anger simmering beneath the surface, no one picked on Newbie except him. And that creepy ass Janitor.
The men started backing away, the uninjured one practically dragging him down the alley, away from the two doctors.
Perry watched them go, making sure the went before kneeling down beside the injured man.
"Newbie?" he asked, reaching a hand out to grip the other mans shoulder.
The younger man groaned, rolling slightly so he was led flat on his back.
"Shit" He hissed.
"What hurts?" Dr Cox asked, looking down at him in concern.
"Face. Ribs." The reply was strained, the words ground out.
In the murky light, he inspected the facial injury, making out the already swollen area around his right eye.
The punch to his face had obviously been loaded. Hard enough to fell him to the floor.
"Fuck." Dr Cox swore as he lifted the hem of JD's shirt. The whole left side of his chest was covered in bruises.
"Nothing broken. Just pretty heavy bruising by the looks of it Newbie. You want to go get an X-Ray to make sure?"
The younger man shook his head. "I.. trust you.."
"Its not a case of trust Sheila. It's whether you want to be checked out properly. You'll need those cuts cleaned out too." He snorted.
"I can.. do that.. at home."
Cox shook his head, and reached out. Taking Newbie's arm his pulled him to his feet.
"Is your boyfriend home?" he asked.
JD scowled at him. "He is not my boyfriend. You only say that because you are in love with Carla."
"I am not in love with Carla. And I say he's your boyfriend because you are obviously a girl." He glared, but JD was unable to see that in the darkness.
"Point being, is he home?"
JD sighed "No. Turk, Carla and Elliot are all working."
"Great. Looks like I'm stuck with you. Come on then Lisa." He said walking down the alley towards the car park, JD trailing after him, wincing with each step.
