A/N-So, remember how I said that this was gonna be 10 chapters?(at least?) I LIED. TOTALLY. Its gonna go BEYOND that. I have up to*counts*technically chapter 6 written up, and 4 chapters in my brain and dear God that's not even half…my new prediction? 20. Keep in mind, they will vary in length but never be really long….anyways, here is chapter 2. Enjoy. Oh and also I have no idea about Kim's family history other then she's divorced and that's never mentioned here.

Chapter 2

All he sees is shades of orange, and yellow. Or maybe its just white. Something soft is under him. It smells clean and feels cool. On call room. He's sleeping.

"Have to get those pickles…"

His head feels fuzzy, and his eyes are covered in crusty goo. Someone's talking.

"Turk?"

A dream. He had a dream. JD's not entirely sure what it was about, but his heart twinges at the thought. A nightmare then. Sharks? Sharks with penny ninja stars maybe? Only a dream. He wants to get up but his limbs feel like they're wrapped in cotton candy and stuck to the bed. Which is odd cause really, who wraps people up in cotton candy?

"I bet it was the janitor. He'll probably sic a family of raccoons on me."

He laughs a little, and he's surprised by how much it hurts.

"Must be how cheese feels when its being grated."

"Vanilla bear, come on. Wake up."

Ah, so it was Turk. JD groans and tries to rub the icky goo around his eyes when he feels a pinch on his right arm. He rubs both eyes with his left hand and slowly blinks his eyes open. At first, all he sees is blurry grey and white shapes, and a green one that he assumes is Turk. While his eyes adjust, he notices the steady beeping of a nearby machine. JD realizes that he's wearing a gown. A hospital gown. He looks down at his arm and sees a needle stuck to his vein.

"Guess that's what pinched me."

"Hey Buddy…"

"Hey Turk…"

His chest feels funny again. There's something in his best friends gaze that unnerves him, makes his skin feel too small, too tight. Turks hands simultaneously grip the bed rails, and the bed sheets. His tongue keeps snaking out and his adam apple keeps bobbing up and down.

"JD. You remember what happened…?"

Billions of thoughts trickle in and out, like water falling through a sieve. JD can't grab hold of any one long enough to understand.

Pickles. He remembers that. There might have been something about Jiminy Cricket and/or the blue fairy. Or was it Twinkle, twinkle little star he was thinking of? JD imagines for a moment that his brain resembles cotton balls drizzled with chocolates. Its funny in a gut churning way. He might have overindulged on some Hershey's.

People keep looking into his room but no one comes in. He wonders if he's in some kind of quarantine, except it doesn't feel like he is. Anyways, Turk isn't dressed like a spaceman, so no, he's not in quarantine. JD thinks there might be something wrong. He's not sure what it is though. Maybe he fainted. His left arm aches a bit, as does his ribs. Of course he could have easily slipped on the wet floor as he usually does.

"Crafty Janitor…"

Turk snorts but says nothing. JD's skin is starting to feel prickly and hot. His best friend looks pale, almost sick. His eyes are pink and the surgeons breath hitches every few seconds. JD looks towards the door and feels his stomach drop.

Carla is there, with Elliot. Both their hairs are a mess and fresh tear tracks glisten on their cheeks. Carla keeps biting her lip and taking shaky breaths. Elliott is shaking and her skin has a grayish tint to it.

JD KNOWS.

"I…I didn't have time."

He looks at Carla, at Elliot at Turk. He wants them to understand that he didn't mean for this to happen.

"It, I, it was a 16 hour shift and, it was…I was busy…I just wanted to sleep, I told her I'd get the pickles next day, and I was, really I was cause, cause I know she's been craving them lately which is weird cause aren't pregnant woman only supposed to get cravings at the start, not at the end? I think so anyways, but, I promised, and I was, I was…it…the stencils, I was gonna pick out the color, that was all that was needed it would have been done and then we would have just waited, andwaiteduntilthebabyand,and-"

He knows his words are starting to stick together. Which is funny because he's pretty sure he's going to be falling apart within the next few seconds.

Turk seems to know were he's heading because he turns to close the blinds and Carla and Elliot quickly go in, shutting the door behind them.

Its odd, very odd, this feeling that's exploding in his chest. Its sorrow, anger, relief, disgust, confusion and holy crap he thinks his heart just might stop. Nearby the machines are screeching and someone is holding down his shoulders and cooing nonsense at him. Its not until something slightly heavy wraps around his torso that he feels his body coming down.

Whatever is wrapped around him smells like apples--apples and disinfectant. Its also crying into his collarbone. Through his tears he manages to catch blonde hair and a wrinkled lab coat. Someone else, Carla he guesses, is smoothing back his hair and whispering in his ear. He can't make out what she's saying but its nice. Turk is holding his left hand and it hurts a little. But it was good. Reassuring.

Slowly, the shrill eases, and the steady beeping comes back. His cheeks and neck are wet, and his ear feels hot.

"I'm…its…yea."

JD hopes they'll grasp what he's trying to say. He's not entirely sure he can form full sentences just yet. Carla kisses his cheek and steps back, running the back of her hands over her cheeks. Turks hand tightens momentarily, but his grip slackens until his palm is resting on top of JD's. Elliot is still clinging to him, sniffling, but her tears seem to have stopped. The young doctor closes his eyes and enjoys, if only for a moment, a feeling of peace, of its ok, it'll all be ok, really, it will.

"Oh JD…"

"Sammy…how, is, I mean…Sammy."

Elliot let go of him and stands, a slight giggle escaping her.

"He's so cute JD. Really adorable, I think he's won the heart of all the nurses in the NICU, its not surprising really, I mean how could they-"

"Elliot?"

Carla sounds vaguely amused, though her voice was still somewhat rough.

"Right, um…he's doing great. Vitals are stable, he's eating fine, crying, sleeping…you know, all the things babies do he's doing. The doctors don't see any damage. Physical or otherwise. I think he'll be moved out of the NICU later on.

JD nods, relief flooding his senses.

"Sammy's ok…he's fine. He's perfect. He's alive, he's ok, he's perfect."

He wants to see him, wants to hold him, wants to be sure without a doubt that his baby boy is healthy.

"Rest a bit, buddy. We'll go try and convince the nurses to let Sammy bunk here with you ok?"

"Yea. Thanks Turk thanks…just…yea, thanks."

Carla pets his head before leaving , as does Elliot. They leave the blinds closed and he's thankful for it. Not everything is said and done. Not yet. He'll have to arrange Kim's funeral. Its nauseating, but he's kind of glad her parents are dead. She was an only child. They would have been heartbroken. He knows of one uncle, but that's it. He doubts they were close but he'll contact him anyways.

Part of him is still panicking. Sure, he's babysat Izzy once in a while, and Jack as well, but only for a few hours. He's always given them BACK to their parents. A few hours doesn't compare to a lifetime .

A lifetime. A lifetime of looking after his son, caring for him, loving him being there for him. He should be scared--he IS scared--but it'll be ok(and JD's decided that's one of his favorite words ever) because he loves his baby boy and he'll do everything in his power to ensure Sammy will be loved and happy for the rest of his life.

Sammy's ok. He's alive. He's perfect. He's ok.

JD fell asleep for a couple of hours, his body needing to recharge. He woke up to the gurgling of his son in Elliot's arms. They had moved a small crib into his room, next to his bed, away from the machines. He was grateful to have his son by his side, to be able to see him, hear him. He was also thankful that none of his friends stayed.

While he appreciates all that they've done, he wants to be alone with Sammy.

His baby is currently sleeping in his arms, hands occasionally flexing. He's beautiful and JD feels bittersweet because Kim didn't even get to see him.

How is he going to do this? Can he be a single-father? He'll be on his own(except he won't cause he'll have Turk, and Carla, and Elliot, hell, even Dr. Cox he's sure) and no one was kind enough to give him a manual of 'do's and don'ts'

"We'll be ok baby boy. I promise. Everything will be ok."

Sammy snuffles in his sleep and curls closer to his father. JD chuckles and drops a kiss on his sons cheek.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll deal with funeral arrangements and getting paternity leave. For now, he was happy watching his boy sleep.

A/n-Poor JD. He's coping surprisingly well. Anyways next chapter Dr. Cox FINALLY makes an appearance. He was going to this chapter, but I decided not to. So next chapter will be him finding out, and Chapter 4 will be him speaking with JD and meeting Sammy. Dr. Cox will be making more appearances. I'm bringing on the father/son relationship that he SO tries to deny!