Elliot shoved open the doors of Sacred Heart and sprinted over to the nurses' station. "Carla, what happened to JD?" she demanded weakly, trying to catch her breath in the process.

"Relax, Elliot," Carla said firmly, gripping her shoulders. "JD just transferred here. He's on the third floor, and he's not going to die. He's just pretty messed up right now."

Elliot rolled her eyes. Nice way to put it.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Carla asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No," Elliot lied. "…So how bad is it?"

"Mostly fractures and broken bones. He's in a coma, but Bambi's a tough kid. He'll probably wake up in a week, at the most."

Elliot shook her head and hurried into the nearest elevator.

- - - - -

She entered quietly, and was surprised to see Dr. Cox and Turk standing at the foot of JD's bed. Cox had his arms folded at the back of his head, his eyes intent on the sleeping boy. Turk, on the other hand, looked much more worried, the skin under his eyes baggy, and his whole figure strained.

Dr. Cox was the first to spot her. "C'mon in, Barbie," he said hoarsely.

Elliot stepped in the room and gulped. She didn't cry that easily, but the sight of her unconcious best friend covered in bandages and blood hit her. Hard.

"Oh god, JD..." she went to his bedside and ran her fingers through his hair. A tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it.

"Luckily the car didn't hit him that hard...mostly the scooter," Dr. Cox suddenly said, surprising Elliot. "I think he may have fallen off before it collided with him severely, so he's going to be okay...those are pretty bad injuries, though. He has a fracture on his left thigh, a broken arm, and that's about it."

"We tried to get him to come with us in the morning," Turk added hesitantly. "But he said that he had something to do. That's when he headed off on his scooter."

"But he'll be fine, Barbie," Dr. Cox said surely. "He may be a total female, but Charlotte is a pretty tough kid."

Elliot smiled as she stood. It was obvious that Dr. Cox was worried about him, too.

Even if he didn't want others to know it.

- - -

"Oh, Elliot, I thought you'd be in here," Carla's voice pierced the silence of the hospital room. Elliot snapped up from JD's face, her eyes darting towards her friend guiltily.

"Frick, I haven't been covering my shift!" she said frantically, looking at the clock on the wall.

Carla smiled. "Relax, I've covering for you," she said, and scooted another chair next to Elliot's. "You're taking this pretty hard, aren't you?" she asked gently, looking down at JD.

Elliot slumped in her seat, blowing the stray blonde hairs out of her face. "Yeah, it was awful when I saw the news. I mean, this guy's my best friend. He's always been there for me...well, he's been there for me a lot," she corrected herself, remembering his constant screw-ups. Carla smiled knowingly.

"Well, it's been tough for me too, y'know?" she stroked JD's mussed up hair fondly. "This happening right after Laverne's passing away...it's overwhelming."

Elliot nodded absentmindedly. "I just want him to wake up already."

"You need a break from this. Let's go get a coffee."

"Okay, I'll catch up in a second." Elliot watched Carla leave, and quickly bent down to give JD a kiss on his cheek. She grabbed her white coat from the chair and darted out, not noticing that JD's body had stirred slightly.