First things first, just to be safe...

THE FOLLOWING IS THE 11th CHAPTER. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CHAPTER 10, 'MY WRONG TURN', OR CHAPTER 9, 'MY GOD, OR FATE, OR WHATEVER', THEN YOU WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS CHAPTER.

Now that that's out of the way, I have to say, I'm not really happy with the way this final chapter turned out. I think I might have actually re-wrote it completely if I hadn't promised to post it on Christmas day (even though I left it late, 11:54 PM by my clock). I think I might have to write an epilogue, just to get a sense of closure. Well, anyway, here's the final chapter (for now, at least)!

"Elliot? What's wrong?" Carla asked. She jumped up from her seated position on the doctor's lounge couch and walked across the room to her friend. Elliot had suddenly stopped her conversation with JD and started screaming his name into her phone.

Elliot took the phone away from her ear, only a dial tone could be heard from it, and stared at it horror.

"Elliot?" Carla repeated, putting a hand on Elliot's arm.

"J-JD, he's hurt." Elliot said, abruptly turning and running out of the room. Carla followed.

"What?"

"He said something about being on the freeway and then there was the loud crash and…ohmygod, he's been in accident."

"Elliot…slow down…Elliot…where are you going?"

"I have no idea." Elliot said and suddenly stopped. "Carla, what do we do?"

"Calm down. We don't know anything yet. Call him again."

Elliot whipped her phone back out and dialled JD's number as fast as possible. She put it to her ear and listened to it ring.

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!

"He's not answering." Elliot cried.

"Let's go find Dr Cox." Carla suggested. Her voice made her sound calm, but in reality, she was going to find Dr Cox in the hope that he would know what do, because she sure as hell didn't.

"Perry!" Carla said when they found him. He didn't stop moving, meaning they had to keep walking to keep up with him.

"Bad time, Carla. Somebody just told me there's been an accident on the freeway and we're the closest hospital. Car wreck or something." he said. Casting a look at them over his shoulder he saw their colour-drained faces and stopped in his tracks.

"What?" he asked.

There's blood everywhere.

Oh my God, there's blood everywhere! Some of it's mine. I think I just heard my phone ringing, but it's too far away. It's probably Elliot calling me back, she'll send help. Elliot will send help.

…

Please send help.

Almost the entire hospital staff was stood around the nurse's station, pretending to be working. No one was speaking. They were all waiting for Dr Cox to get off the phone and tell them something.News of the crash, and that JD might have been involved, had spread fast.

"Okay, thank you." Dr Cox put the phone down and looked up to see all eyes on him.

"The ambulances are on their way here. They've got 4 patients for us. None are dead, but they're all in bad shape. The guy said there were two wrecked cars…and a scooter."

"Have they identified any of the people?" Carla asked, fearing the answer.

"The guy had to hang up and help his partner, but he said he'd call me back as soon as he could. The ambulances should be here in about 15 minutes."

All was silent again, until Laverne got up to go to the Hospital's chapel and pray. Turk followed not long after, but Carla decided it was best to stay with Elliot, who hadn't spoken a word in a long time.

He stood there and told me he loved me…and I ran away from him. I don't deserve him.

I wanted to tell him I feel the same way, really I did. But last time it took me so long to get over him. I don't know if I want to chance putting myself through that again. I can't. It's best for the both of us if we just…stay friends.

But that'll break my heart anyway! God, I'm so confused. I shouldn't even be thinking about that, it's not what's important right now. I just want to make sure he's okay, and I'll worry about this stuff later.

The sound of the phone ringing again made everyone still around the nurse's station jump. Cox picked it up instantly.

"This is Cox. Yeah. Listen, was there a John Dorian at the scene? He's in you're ambulance now?." The colour drained from his face this time, making everyone else nervous. "What wrong with the guy? Yes, the victim! Uh-huh. Okay, I'll be downstairs to meet you when you arrive. Bye."

"Perry?" Carla said after Cox was quiet for a while.

"One of the guys in the ambulance has severe head injuries, not to mention broken bones……It's newbie."

There was a collective gasp and a few sobs. Elliot felt her entire body go numb. Carla grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight; she barely felt it.

I muttered something to the paramedic when they arrived about being a doctor but he ignored it, he told me to let him do his job. This is the first time I've been in an ambulance. It's cool, sort of. These guys look like professionals. I say 'look' because I can't be certain, I think I'm in shock.

I look down and see blood is still on my hands. It's not every day I have blood on my hands………well, actually, yeah it is. But it's not every day I have my own blood on my hands.

I wonder how the other victims are doing. On the freeway, I kind of felt like Death was riding on the back of my scooter. But, y'know something? If there was any doubt left in my mind that I didn't love Elliot, it's gone forever now. Surrounded by that car wreck, she was all I could think about; blowing the bangs out of her face and screaming 'Frick!'. I wish she was here with me.

The paramedic just said we're nearly at Sacred Heart.

That's a good sign, right?

"Elliot, honey?" Carla said to her friend. "You still haven't said a word."

Elliot looked up at Carla with a blank expression.

"I need to pee." she croaked out.

"Oh…you want me to go with you?" Carla asked. Elliot shook her head, got up and went to the bathroom slowly, almost robotically.. Carla sighed and watched her leave.

"Do you think JD will be okay?" Ted asked Dr Cox. Because it had been so quiet, his question drew everyone's attention.

"I don't know Ted." Dr Cox answered honestly.

"I hope so." Ted continued. "He was always nice to me. He'd tell jokes to try and cheer me up if he thought I looked depressed……which I always look. You've known him since college right?" he asked Turk, who nodded.

"I remember the first day I met him." said Turk. "He was such a dork. I mean, he's still a dork, but he used to be a really bigger one."

"Can we not talk like he's dead, please?" Cox said.

"Sorry." Turk apologised. He then looked at his watch and saw that it was the early hours of Christmas morning. "It's officially Christmas."

"O Joy!" Cox snapped sarcastically.

After that, it seemed people were afraid that Cox might scold them if they spoke.

"Hey," Carla finally said. "remember the time JD struck by the Hepatitis needle?"

"Oh, yeah!" Cox replied. "That was real bag of laughs."

"No, I mean when he found out he was medically fine. He…he started doing this stupid little dance and I…" she trailed off with laughter, and Turk, who was there at the time, laughed along.

It wasn't long before the everybody was swapping their stories about JD, even the Janitor shared some of his pranks that he had played on him. Dr Cox even laughed as he remembered some of them.

"I'll never forget the time in his second year when he came in a white coat." Cox said to the group. "He thought he'd seen everything…and he'd only just became a resident. He's an annoying little girl……but he sure is funny."

"Who is?" came a voice from behind the group. JD was standing there, gauze covering most of his left arm.

"Who's so funny?" JD repeated when no on answered.

Why is everyone looking at me like I'm a ghost?

"JD!" Carla finally yelled, jumping up from her seat and hugging him, followed by Turk. "You're okay!"

"Newbie, the guy said you had broken bones and severe head injuries!" Cox said.

"What?" JD asked in confusion. "Oh! No, I was sitting next to the paramedic when he was on the phone to you. You asked if there was a John Dorian at the accident site, and I was there. Then you asked what the victim's injuries were and he told you." He looked at the group and saw they still didn't understand. "I wasn't actually in the crash, I had to swerve my scooter to miss it, and I fell off." He gestured to his injured arm. "I rode here in the front seat of an ambulance; the driver's partner was in the back with the real victim."

As realization dawned on the group, they all seemed to sigh in relief. Some laughed at the misunderstanding, Carla cried, Dr Cox clasped a hand to JD's uninjured shoulder.

"I'm glad you're alright, Newbie."

"I heard noise, is there any news?" Elliot said as she came running round the corner. She froze when she caught sight of JD

"Hey." JD said. No reply came, she just stood there with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked in concern. She didn't answer. The staff, persuaded by Carla, began to move away, giving them some privacy.

"I thought you were hurt?" she said, so quiet he barely heard her.

"No, Dr Cox just misunder--"

"Actually, it doesn't even matter." she interrupted, and suddenly began moving towards him, starting out with a walk that quickly grew into a run.

"What do you mea--umph!"

JD's question was cut off as Elliot grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled so that his mouth came crashing down on hers. After the initial 2 seconds of shock wore off and he was certain he wasn't dreaming, he began to respond to the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist . The result was the most passionate, earth-shattering, mind-blowing kiss either had ever had. And, though it had only been hours since their last one, they realised how much they had been itching to kiss each other again. The one in the supply closet had barely lasted 5 seconds, far too brief; this was the chance for their lips to get reacquainted, having gone over three years without any contact.

Eventually letting go of his shirt, she leaned her body into him and let her fingers fly upwards and tangle themselves in his hair. As he held her, JD couldn't help but think that Elliot seemed to fit against him perfectly, almost as though she was tailor-made for him. Soon, they both realised that they needed oxygen in order to breath, and so reluctantly pulled their mouths apart. He kept hold of her, though, slightly afraid she might run again if he let go.

"Wow." JD said, his voice coming out hoarse.

"Yeah." Elliot panted. "Wow."

"Elliot, does this mean…?"

"Only if you meant what you said earlier." she answered, trying to hide the slight hint of fear in her voice.

"I did." he quickly said. "Every word."

She let out the breath she'd been holding let her lips curve into a grin. "Then say it again."

"I love you." he said. Producing a grin of his own, he added, "…Smelliot."

"I love you, too. And I'm sorry it took thinking you were seriously injured to get me to say that."

"Well, when you're in love with Elliot Reid, craziness is something you kinda have to accept."

She laughed and then saw that his gaze had dropped again to her mouth.

"I smeared you lipstick." he whispered, his eyes locking back onto hers as he leaned in again.

"I'll live." she muttered, right before locking her lips onto his again. Neither could remember why they had ever kissed anyone else. Much to JD's displeasure, though, Elliot suddenly pulled her head back.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" she said. "What did you get me for Christmas?"

JD felt his eyes go wide. "Ohhhhhh, frick!"

Elliot grinned. "Totally kidding!" she said. "Now, c'mere, Dr Dorian." She brought his head back down and returned her lips to his, where they belonged.

THE END

I still don't know whether to write an epilogue or not, but I'll list this as completed for now. Regardless, a HUGE thank you to everyone who left reviews and put this story on alerts. Especially to those who reviewed regularly, you know who you are! And, most importanly, I hope you had a Merry Christmas and have an even better New Year!

P.S. Don't forget to let me know what you thought of this chapter too! Just thought I'd remind you of that before I go!