Chapter 2

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Dr. Cox's POV

I walked into the bathroom. There were two minutes of my shift left, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to pee. I walked in the bathroom and saw a Newbie ball in the corner of the room. He was looking more helpless than usual. I still whistled though, just to get him up.

He jumped a little but stayed where he was.

"Newbie, do you happen to have the time?" I asked. Of course I knew, but he needed to know. I watched as he looked down at his watchless wrist. Then he looked up and shrugged.

"It's midnight, Suzanna," I told hi, as I put my hands on the back of my head so that my elbows were in line with my ears. "How long have you been here, in the bathroom?"

"Since about three PM," he said with a small voice.

"For God's sake, go home," I said.

He stayed.

"Who am I kidding? I don't want you driving like this. I'll take you; you just go get your stuff. I'll meet you in the locker room. I watched him get up and leave. Then I answered nature's call, ad went to go find Satan.

"Bobbo," I called as Kelso tried to run to avoid me. "Please, I'm begging you, wait up," I

said sarcastically. He stopped.

"What do you possibly want from me, Perry?"

"I need you to give Newbie just a couple of days off."

"Is Dr. Dorian ill?"

"No but-"

"Then I don't give a rat's ass," he said to me. The nerve…

"He needs to cope with a loss of two of his family members," I blurted out as he turned to leave. "And you do remember when he came to this hospital before he even started college. We don't want a recap of that. You'd lose one of the best damn doctors you've ever had in this dump. In case you're wondering, I am in fact one of the other best damn doctors."

"Fine. Three days, no more unless he's ill, or dead." He walked away, and I sighed.

"Thanks, Bobbo," I murmured.

I went to the locker room where Newbie was closing her (oh fine, his) locker.

"You ready?" I asked as he turned in my direction. He picked up his backpack, nodded, and gave me one thumb up.

We hopped into my Porshe. We just sat there before turning on the car for the longest minute of my life.

Once we made it out of the parking lot, I asked him the question that he always asked me when I looked depressed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I knew what the answer would be. Considering how much he talked to me since the phone call, it was probably a no. But, people surprise you.

"Well," He started in the same small voice, "It was my fault."

"Newbie, don't be that person again."

"No, really."

"Whatever, go on…"

We were now five minutes away from his apartment. I had just developed a plan.

"They died in a plane crash," he told me. "They were coming to see me. It's my fault because I was born. My birthday is tomorrow. That's when they were planning on throwing a surprise party for me. That's why they wanted to come."

I froze. His birthday was tomorrow, and his first present was two of his family members dieing. Chills ran up and down my spine.

"I'm… I'm just so sorry," I responded.

"It's just that I never saw them as it was. Now that they're gone, I'll never get to see them again."

We pulled up to his apartment building.

"Listen, Barbie told me that she cancelled her plans. She's working late, and she lost her key, so she wants you to keep the door unlocked."

That was the only thing I said to him. I just hoped what I would do for him would make up for it. He was getting depressed quickly, and could get suicidal. I had to take care of him.

Let me guess, you loved it. I did, to. More on the way! I promise.

And remember, no slash. This will not be slash.

I know the last sentence kind of sounds like it will be, but it won't.

Ew.

Ta,

Haley