How could you?
Dr. Cox sulked by Kelso's office, ignoring the evil tormentor's raging words as Perry passed.
He turned to stare around a corner. Carla had been extremely busy the entire day. She was rushing about and running here and there. Nothing too unusual, and yet everything was. Everything just seemed.......wrong. Dr. Cox just didn't have the same attitude or emotion with anybody anymore. He had been indifferent to J.D. tripping over the janitor's mop right in front of him. He didn't even respond or let alone hear, his patients complaints and sores. He sighed again. Another day, another patient.
He was headed to his next one. Patient. Perry hated that word. He even despised that fact worse now since his only true loving daughter, had been stolen from his heart. In fact, right after that incident, Jordan had come up to him and had actually apologized for it. Apologized? For what? She didn't even know Cameron. How sweet she was. How fun she was. How innocent she was.
Perry sighed. It had been a full day after Cameron's capture, and no word yet on how she was doing. He had called the CPA to see her condition, but they gave no call back yet. He never expected one anyways.
And that was the end of DAY 1.
DAY2:
Began as any other.
A man, age a little less than 40, over 35, were rushed in, on account of a dirt biking accident. A near head wound, and severe rib damage. But, the human would live. He would wake up one day, and be alive. He would return home to his loved ones.
Dr. Cox had no one to return to. No one would return to him. Or so he had thought........
About noon, the hospital began to slow down. No one seemed to notice, or to care, but to Perry it seemed a huge deal. Everything just appeared to be moving in slow motion. Like a dream. He shook his head. He must have been a lot more stressed out than he had originally thought.
Dr. Cox had crossed into the doctor's lounge for a well-needed rest. He fell upon the blue sofa and nearly passed out before he hit the pillow. He dreamt. He dreamt that he and Cameron were at home, watching Finding Nemo on DVD. He dreamt that he had watched her grow up, now into her teens. Her first boyfriend. Starting her period. He even dreamed of her graduation and her marriage. He felt so proud of his little girl, who had become a very grown up lady, in the past years. Cox awoke from his dream to someone shaking him quite violently. He squinted his eyes and growled at them. He wanted to return to his dream. His daughter, his Cameron. But the shaking wouldn't stop. It only got worse.
"Wake up! Wake up! Oh, dammit wake up!" Carla shouted at him shaking Perry's semi-limp figure. He groaned and hissed at her to leave him, but she couldn't. A very serious call had just emerged from a very familiar room. A very familiar patient had returned to him.
"Dr. Cox please get up! She needs you! Cameron needs you! She's hurt Cox. She's hurt so bad!" When Perry heard, Cameron, and Hurt, he forced himself to recall from the happy fantasy and shine into the real world.
He saw her frightened expression, and snapped awake in a second.
"Cameron's back?" He asked, Carla nodded her head, trying to hold back her choking sob. "Where, which room!? Carla!"
Carla gasped; she grabbed his arm and began to run with him behind her on her trail.
They ran to room number 413. Cox rushed in to see his beloved daughter, covered with blood and bruises. Her look was unreadable. He could barely hold back the roar of rage that was building within him.
He ran to her instead and grasped her. He held her tight. He wasn't going to let go this time. He had made his first and last mistake. His breath was shaky; it matched hers. He could feel her fragile shattered figure shaking from shock. With the little amount of energy Cameron had, she whispered this.
"Let go."
Cox's arms tightened around her, not understanding, but wanting to love her. She repeated slower.
"Let.....me........go,"
Perry slowly loosened his grip on her, and fell back on his knees to look at her. Her happy, loving, childish innocence had vanished into a gray still hate. She spoke yet.
"You did it last time. Why should this time it be any harder....?" She shook with rage as Perry tried to find his hidden words.
"Go away," she said through her raspy breath.
"Cameron, I'm so sorry," Dr Cox, breathed taking hold of her small bruised hand.
"I love you. I always have. But, I had to believe.......for you........I just wanted.......I just wanted the best for you baby..," He said, his whole soul completely black with sorrow. Cameron just shook her head, and her blue and purple palm retreated from his pale weak one.
"I thought you loved me. You lied to me. I hate you for it." Tears were streaming down her cut cheek.
"W...what?" Dr Cox said shocked and looked blankly at the girl.
"You let this happen," she sobbed.
"No...I..."
Suddenly, with an outburst of rage and sorrow, Cameron screamed at Cox.
"YOU lied! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! YOU HURT ME! YOU HURT ME! LIAR! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" She forced each word out with every bit of air in her already beaten lungs.
Perry Cox was speechless.
"I think you should leave now doctor," a nurse declared glaring at Dr Cox.
Dr Cox opened his mouth to say something but walked silently from the room instead. He walked dazed down the corridor, ignoring the various cries of his name from nurses and other doctors until he came upon an empty room.
He closed the door, took a deep breath and then started angrily throwing things around. A stray bedpan clattered against the linoleum floor, various items were swiped off a table until the room was in total upheaval.
Dr Cox let out a frustrated cry as he sunk to the floor at the end of a cupboard, his head gripped in his hands and tears of frustration began to sting his eyes. He'd failed, he'd failed to protect an innocent child, another human being and there was nothing he could do about it, nothing.
"Dr Cox are you ok?" J.D asked poking his head around the door.
Dr Cox looked up at his young prodigy, his cheeks damp from the tears. "Just great Shirley," he kicked the discarded bedpan and J.D flinched. "Couldn't be better."
"I thought you should know Cameron's injuries caused her to bleed internally," J.D said cautiously. "We didn't realize how badly..."
"Spit it out newbie," Dr Cox swallowed weakly.
"I'm sorry," J.D said quietly. He slowly turned and left Dr Cox's cries ringing in his ears as he left.
THE END
*Not quite yet*
Thanks to all.
Thank you Harriet *bows down* you are truly great
Thank you.
Dr. Cox sulked by Kelso's office, ignoring the evil tormentor's raging words as Perry passed.
He turned to stare around a corner. Carla had been extremely busy the entire day. She was rushing about and running here and there. Nothing too unusual, and yet everything was. Everything just seemed.......wrong. Dr. Cox just didn't have the same attitude or emotion with anybody anymore. He had been indifferent to J.D. tripping over the janitor's mop right in front of him. He didn't even respond or let alone hear, his patients complaints and sores. He sighed again. Another day, another patient.
He was headed to his next one. Patient. Perry hated that word. He even despised that fact worse now since his only true loving daughter, had been stolen from his heart. In fact, right after that incident, Jordan had come up to him and had actually apologized for it. Apologized? For what? She didn't even know Cameron. How sweet she was. How fun she was. How innocent she was.
Perry sighed. It had been a full day after Cameron's capture, and no word yet on how she was doing. He had called the CPA to see her condition, but they gave no call back yet. He never expected one anyways.
And that was the end of DAY 1.
DAY2:
Began as any other.
A man, age a little less than 40, over 35, were rushed in, on account of a dirt biking accident. A near head wound, and severe rib damage. But, the human would live. He would wake up one day, and be alive. He would return home to his loved ones.
Dr. Cox had no one to return to. No one would return to him. Or so he had thought........
About noon, the hospital began to slow down. No one seemed to notice, or to care, but to Perry it seemed a huge deal. Everything just appeared to be moving in slow motion. Like a dream. He shook his head. He must have been a lot more stressed out than he had originally thought.
Dr. Cox had crossed into the doctor's lounge for a well-needed rest. He fell upon the blue sofa and nearly passed out before he hit the pillow. He dreamt. He dreamt that he and Cameron were at home, watching Finding Nemo on DVD. He dreamt that he had watched her grow up, now into her teens. Her first boyfriend. Starting her period. He even dreamed of her graduation and her marriage. He felt so proud of his little girl, who had become a very grown up lady, in the past years. Cox awoke from his dream to someone shaking him quite violently. He squinted his eyes and growled at them. He wanted to return to his dream. His daughter, his Cameron. But the shaking wouldn't stop. It only got worse.
"Wake up! Wake up! Oh, dammit wake up!" Carla shouted at him shaking Perry's semi-limp figure. He groaned and hissed at her to leave him, but she couldn't. A very serious call had just emerged from a very familiar room. A very familiar patient had returned to him.
"Dr. Cox please get up! She needs you! Cameron needs you! She's hurt Cox. She's hurt so bad!" When Perry heard, Cameron, and Hurt, he forced himself to recall from the happy fantasy and shine into the real world.
He saw her frightened expression, and snapped awake in a second.
"Cameron's back?" He asked, Carla nodded her head, trying to hold back her choking sob. "Where, which room!? Carla!"
Carla gasped; she grabbed his arm and began to run with him behind her on her trail.
They ran to room number 413. Cox rushed in to see his beloved daughter, covered with blood and bruises. Her look was unreadable. He could barely hold back the roar of rage that was building within him.
He ran to her instead and grasped her. He held her tight. He wasn't going to let go this time. He had made his first and last mistake. His breath was shaky; it matched hers. He could feel her fragile shattered figure shaking from shock. With the little amount of energy Cameron had, she whispered this.
"Let go."
Cox's arms tightened around her, not understanding, but wanting to love her. She repeated slower.
"Let.....me........go,"
Perry slowly loosened his grip on her, and fell back on his knees to look at her. Her happy, loving, childish innocence had vanished into a gray still hate. She spoke yet.
"You did it last time. Why should this time it be any harder....?" She shook with rage as Perry tried to find his hidden words.
"Go away," she said through her raspy breath.
"Cameron, I'm so sorry," Dr Cox, breathed taking hold of her small bruised hand.
"I love you. I always have. But, I had to believe.......for you........I just wanted.......I just wanted the best for you baby..," He said, his whole soul completely black with sorrow. Cameron just shook her head, and her blue and purple palm retreated from his pale weak one.
"I thought you loved me. You lied to me. I hate you for it." Tears were streaming down her cut cheek.
"W...what?" Dr Cox said shocked and looked blankly at the girl.
"You let this happen," she sobbed.
"No...I..."
Suddenly, with an outburst of rage and sorrow, Cameron screamed at Cox.
"YOU lied! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! YOU HURT ME! YOU HURT ME! LIAR! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" She forced each word out with every bit of air in her already beaten lungs.
Perry Cox was speechless.
"I think you should leave now doctor," a nurse declared glaring at Dr Cox.
Dr Cox opened his mouth to say something but walked silently from the room instead. He walked dazed down the corridor, ignoring the various cries of his name from nurses and other doctors until he came upon an empty room.
He closed the door, took a deep breath and then started angrily throwing things around. A stray bedpan clattered against the linoleum floor, various items were swiped off a table until the room was in total upheaval.
Dr Cox let out a frustrated cry as he sunk to the floor at the end of a cupboard, his head gripped in his hands and tears of frustration began to sting his eyes. He'd failed, he'd failed to protect an innocent child, another human being and there was nothing he could do about it, nothing.
"Dr Cox are you ok?" J.D asked poking his head around the door.
Dr Cox looked up at his young prodigy, his cheeks damp from the tears. "Just great Shirley," he kicked the discarded bedpan and J.D flinched. "Couldn't be better."
"I thought you should know Cameron's injuries caused her to bleed internally," J.D said cautiously. "We didn't realize how badly..."
"Spit it out newbie," Dr Cox swallowed weakly.
"I'm sorry," J.D said quietly. He slowly turned and left Dr Cox's cries ringing in his ears as he left.
THE END
*Not quite yet*
Thanks to all.
Thank you Harriet *bows down* you are truly great
Thank you.