Dr. Cox's POV

It's probably the perfect opprotunity for me to talk to Newbie. We're stuck in this metal death trap for God only knows how long. I'll be casual, he'll spill his guts and we can both pretend that this never happened.

" This is all your fault, Desiree. "

That didn't come out right.

" I know, Dr. Cox. " He whispered to me. Wait...

Is he actually crying? Why the Hell is he crying? Am I feeling guilty?

He has been acting really strange, lately. Maybe it's more serious than I expected...

" Newbie, what's going on with you? "

That may have sounded a little more accusing then I intended. Oh well, I'm sure he doesn't care.

All the color drained out of Newbie's face and he started twiddling his thumbs.

" Nothing's going on...My back just hurts. "

That sounded like more of a question.

" Anastasia, as much as I hate to acknowledge it, I've known you for over 9 years. I am much smarter than your little "posse", and I'm not going to pretend like you're just peachy. Mostly because I can't have you messing up on a patient because of this. You're going to tell me. "

JD shook his head.

" Newbie..."

He's ignoring me. People DON'T ignore Perry Cox.

" JD. "

Newbie's head shot up and now he is looking at me. I knew that using his name would work.

3rd Person

JD swallowed hard. Dr. Cox had used his real name.

He must know. But he can't know. I'm not that obviously depressed...right? Elliot and Turk didn't notice, Carla didn't notice... Why would Dr. Cox notice?

He stared up at the older man.

" Wh-Why are you calling me that? I'm not THAT hurt..." JD half-heartedly chuckled and shifted uncomfortably. This was the last thing he wanted to talk about to the last person he wanted to talk to.

" You aren't fooling me. I'm not stupid. " Dr. Cox looked at him knowingly and spun JD's chair. " This can be very easy, or very hard for you. "

Dr. Cox gave JD's chair another hard push, and it spun on it's base. JD tried to stop the spinning with his feet, but moving them hurt his back.

Dr. Cox didn't realize that JD had very weak stomach a was prone to vomit when dizzy.

" When you talk, I'll stop it. "

He didn't want to talk. He didn't need help. He could make it by himself.

Dr. Cox spun faster. The elevator walls all blended together in a swirl of brown and grey. JD felt the stomach acid and chocolate bar in his stomach churning and rising.

" Okay. " JD whispered loud enough for Dr. Cox to hear. The older man gripped the chair and brought JD to an abrupt halt.

" Talk. " He demanded and swallowed back a satisfied smile.

I always know how to make them talk.

He stood in front of JD and looked down. He noted that his co-worker looked absolutely pale.

" Well? "

JD leaned over and winced as he deposited his stomach contents onto Dr. Cox's white shoes.

Poor JD can't handle a little bit of spin torture. LOL Hope you like it!!

HAZEL