A/N: Well I got two reviews…YAY!!!(thank you to rabid-squirell-3 and anonymous) Well this chapter is going to be different than any of the others I will write. I'm going to do inner monologues of what everyone is thinking in this crisis we all call life. Yeah, well, enjoy!!!

Chapter 2: What the hell is going on in my head?

(Elliot POV)

"Well Bravo!" great just who I don't need to see right now, "Bravo Barbie, I was going through my head of all the ways of how one could comfort someone one in a time like this. You really have taken the cake though. I mean what better way to comfort someone than to make them comfort you."

As much as I tried to ignore Dr. Cox's rant I couldn't help but get angry.

"You know what Dr. Cox, I think you're jealous."

"Jealous? Barbie I doubt-"

"Yes, Jealous, because J.D. is stronger than you."

"Now that's just crazy talk."

"Do you know why he's stronger? Because he's able to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders and not even stagger," I yelled trying to get into his thick narcistic skull, "you can't even carry your own weight without the help of some form of alcohol."

"It'd be wise of you to shut up now," the look Dr. Cox gave me shook me to the very core. It wasn't a look of anger or sadness it was a look of…nothing. The sort of look that the murderers that are always interviewed on t.v. have. The look that said "tempt me I dare you". I didn't want to push anymore than I had already so I decided a nice stomp off would suffice. I turn away from Dr. Cox and stomp off as mean looking as I could.

(Dr. Cox)

The second Barbie told me I was weak I snapped. I don't think I've really been that angry since Jordan dropped the bomb on all of us five years ago. The instant she told me that she'd slept with J.D. I ceased all emotion. Me? A usually angry by nature person just stopped feeling, that's the kind of feeling that could kill if pushed. I watch as Barbie "tries" to stomp off and do what every psychologist has told me to do in instances like this. Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one. I let out the breath I'd been holding and instantly felt…better? Okay maybe those psychologists were right, the count down method does work. I just never really got past seven.

(Dan POV)

I take a deep breath. I just paged Johnny not even a minute ago and I'm already feeling nervous. I hate this big brother to the rescue crap. Ever since the talk we had when Dad died Johnny's been relying on me a lot more. It should be a good thing that we've finally settled our differences but I can't help but wonder if I would of even gotten out of that damned bathtub if it weren't for Dr. Cox. That was an agreement between me and Coxy, "never, ever, EVER, do you tell the kid that this whole thing was my idea" his voice echoes in my head and I shudder. Even though I'm not scared of the whole tough guy act it makes me wonder what he would do if I ever told J.D. that it was his whole idea to gather around Johnny and talk about Dad.

"Dan?" Johnny's voice brings me back from my daydream (I guess it runs in the family).

"Yeah little brother?" I answer Johnny trying my damned hardest to stay "tough".

"You want to come inside, it's like forty degrees out here," ooooohhhh that's why I've been shivering. I nod my head and we walk inside.

(J.D. POV)

I wonder what Dan was thinking about? Not that it's important but I've always wondered what went on inside that appendage he calls his head. I wonder what Kim would be thinking right now if this all didn't happen. I shake my head as I escort my brother to the ICU to meet up with the others. I really don't want to think about Kim right now. I'm not being self-centered, it's just that every time I do the pain in my heart tears me into a dizzy daydream of Kim screaming as she wrecks the car. I haven't even seen the full extent of her injuries yet but based on my daydream she's going to be, well, dead. Dead, that word, like loss, has driven it's definition into my brain. I just need to focus on the baby. We didn't even get a chance to name it yet. Kim had told me a couple of names but they all sucked. I like Michael and Elizabeth. Both names have good nicknames,Mickey and Lizzy, and both are really great adult names too. Just like my name. Only I have no idea how Dr. Cox got Melinda, Brenda, Jill, Sandra, Kendra, and Shakira from John. I'll seriously ask him about that later.

A/N: Okay sorry for the short chapter but I think that possibly the more reviews I get on my story the longer the chapters will be…hint hint. Well, I plan on bringing Turk, Carla, and the adorable Isabella into the next chapter. Oh! If you're wondering why the thoughts of the characters are all scrambled. Have you ever tried writing on paper EXACTLY what you are thinking? You should try it. Also, the reason why J.D.'s thoughts are directed away from Kim is because he doesn't want to think about it. Who'd want to dwell on something painful when you're trying to put up an invincible façade? Well Peace Out!!! REVIEW!!!