J.D.'s thoughts are in these little squiggles! (And Dr. Cox's THOUGHTS are in parenthesis.)
His Fault
J.D. remained in Dr. Cox's room for hours, (except on a break when he mooched some coffee off of Turk).
Carla walked by, watching them both. Dr. Cox lying stiff as a corpse, and J.D. slurping on some coffee, making a quiet "aahh," noise as he finished it off. It really softened Carla's heart for J.D. He was so caring.
But when she looked towards Perry.....her heart dropped. She sighed.
It didn't matter whose fault this was. Yes, the gunman was the number one contestant to win the blame game, but for all anyone knew, did it have to be Cox to suffer? After all, he was the one trying to save the gunman's wife from her terminal illness. This had never happened before, well at least not to this extreme. Yes, the hospital has had some angry and sorrowful people leave, without their loved ones. But none of them acted as this man did. Why had he done it? It didn't matter. All that mattered now was saving Perry's life, to the best of every doctor's ability.
But again, Carla couldn't help but think
What if things had turned out differently? What if it had been her instead of Cox who was shot? Could she have done anything about it? Could she have controlled the fate of one person, with one shove?
...No. It's God's fault.
Carla cringed at the sudden thought. How could she blame God? God didn't control humans like puppets, she knew that all to well. And yet, it stuck in her mind like cancer.
Her pager hummed angrily as it vibrated in her pocket. She grasped it and left abruptly. J.D. had seen her standing there, but had said nothing.
Another hour later, J.D. still was sitting in room number 001 on the comfy blue chair (which had now made a comfy butt imprint). Elliot came by quickly, and entered the room.
"What are you still doing here?"
J.D. looked inside his empty coffee cup. "Nothing."
"Don't you have any work to do?"
"I have the day off,"
"Oh,"
Elliot presumed to check Dr. Cox's vitals. J.D. stared at her unsure of her mood. Being extra cautious he asked, "Why are you checking his vitals? I'm here."
"I know that. But you said you had the day off, sooooo," She turned to face him, her bangs matted to her sweaty face. "I'm here!" She said with a fake enthusiasm.
J.D. new she was under a ton of stress today. He felt bad for her now, truly. She needed some advice, that's why she came. But Dr. Cox is out of it now, and who knows how long he would stay that way.
There are two ways to deal with Eliot in a position like this. One: say something. Two: Don't say anything. Either way she might get hurt, and in this kind of mood it seems more dangerous to stick with choice one.
J.D. stuck with his decision and held his peace.
Eliot turned from J.D. to face Cox again. Her hands tightened into fists as she tried hard not to cry. She needed guidance now, and not only was J.D. not helping by holding his peace, but Dr. Cox was out of commission. She couldn't show J.D. how lost she was, not again. Eliot knew she needed to grow out of it sometime or another. Not every Doctor needs THIS much help!
Eliot bit her lip to keep her sob in her throat. J.D. never said anything as he came up behind her and touched her shoulders. She whirled around, facing him. Scared. He moved closer to her face.
Eliot couldn't bear it any longer. She tore from him and ran out the door. J.D. was left to stare after her, alone.
"Oh come one kiddies! Not one pucker for Dr. Cox? Well, I guess this isn't the greatest atmosphere now is it? But knowing you two you'd probably go do it in the janitor's closet, that is if there's enough room to pop out the imagined orgasm that you always dream about Janice!"
Cox rambled on, knowing his newbie couldn't hear him, although now he really needed him too. This lack of communication was really driving him up the walls. And although insanity is defined as trying something over and over and expecting a different result, Cox figured he had nothing to lose, since he couldn't lose his voice anyway. He didn't define himself as "insane" merely "desperate nearly to the POINT of insanity".
"Well, it's all good and gold now isn't it. I'm not so pissy anymore, oh how wonderful! I should go and celebrate with the other lamed spirits around here! Then maybe we can all just play the blame game, to WHO put them in this situation! Let's see our contestants...Newbie, Gun, Gunguy, God, Satan, Patrick,"
God? God? Had he actually said God?
"..." Cox lay in silence for a moment, pondering the actual thought. "No. That isn't it. That can't be. It's not His fault. It's.... It's my fault. Yeah, oookay, that makes everything easier eh, Perry? Just blame yourself. Well, how bout I just FORGET about this whole thing about blaming!? Why can't I just die in PEACE!?"
(Because it MATTERS. Whoever put you in this should pay!)
"No! No! I won't listen to little annoying voices inside my head! Oh, if only I could whistle!! Oh wait! I know!" Perry remembered what had happened last time when he had angrily bursted out in his "thought talk". He gathered as much energy into one word, directed it towards J.D., and yelled,
"NEEEWWBEEEE!"
Suddenly J.D. was struck with an abrupt thought of Dr. Cox, and another light shorted out. He spun around quickly like a maniac, his head shooting from side to side searching for what may have caused the light to die like so suddenly.
Dr. Cox watched above...extremely pleased with the results of shocking his pupil.
"I have yet to be silenced," Had Perry had been in his body with his mouth, he would have grinned.
(Thank you for all your kind reviews! Please drop me more if you'd like! haha! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing/editing/makingup/slash being helped w/ it! ( dory
His Fault
J.D. remained in Dr. Cox's room for hours, (except on a break when he mooched some coffee off of Turk).
Carla walked by, watching them both. Dr. Cox lying stiff as a corpse, and J.D. slurping on some coffee, making a quiet "aahh," noise as he finished it off. It really softened Carla's heart for J.D. He was so caring.
But when she looked towards Perry.....her heart dropped. She sighed.
It didn't matter whose fault this was. Yes, the gunman was the number one contestant to win the blame game, but for all anyone knew, did it have to be Cox to suffer? After all, he was the one trying to save the gunman's wife from her terminal illness. This had never happened before, well at least not to this extreme. Yes, the hospital has had some angry and sorrowful people leave, without their loved ones. But none of them acted as this man did. Why had he done it? It didn't matter. All that mattered now was saving Perry's life, to the best of every doctor's ability.
But again, Carla couldn't help but think
What if things had turned out differently? What if it had been her instead of Cox who was shot? Could she have done anything about it? Could she have controlled the fate of one person, with one shove?
...No. It's God's fault.
Carla cringed at the sudden thought. How could she blame God? God didn't control humans like puppets, she knew that all to well. And yet, it stuck in her mind like cancer.
Her pager hummed angrily as it vibrated in her pocket. She grasped it and left abruptly. J.D. had seen her standing there, but had said nothing.
Another hour later, J.D. still was sitting in room number 001 on the comfy blue chair (which had now made a comfy butt imprint). Elliot came by quickly, and entered the room.
"What are you still doing here?"
J.D. looked inside his empty coffee cup. "Nothing."
"Don't you have any work to do?"
"I have the day off,"
"Oh,"
Elliot presumed to check Dr. Cox's vitals. J.D. stared at her unsure of her mood. Being extra cautious he asked, "Why are you checking his vitals? I'm here."
"I know that. But you said you had the day off, sooooo," She turned to face him, her bangs matted to her sweaty face. "I'm here!" She said with a fake enthusiasm.
J.D. new she was under a ton of stress today. He felt bad for her now, truly. She needed some advice, that's why she came. But Dr. Cox is out of it now, and who knows how long he would stay that way.
There are two ways to deal with Eliot in a position like this. One: say something. Two: Don't say anything. Either way she might get hurt, and in this kind of mood it seems more dangerous to stick with choice one.
J.D. stuck with his decision and held his peace.
Eliot turned from J.D. to face Cox again. Her hands tightened into fists as she tried hard not to cry. She needed guidance now, and not only was J.D. not helping by holding his peace, but Dr. Cox was out of commission. She couldn't show J.D. how lost she was, not again. Eliot knew she needed to grow out of it sometime or another. Not every Doctor needs THIS much help!
Eliot bit her lip to keep her sob in her throat. J.D. never said anything as he came up behind her and touched her shoulders. She whirled around, facing him. Scared. He moved closer to her face.
Eliot couldn't bear it any longer. She tore from him and ran out the door. J.D. was left to stare after her, alone.
"Oh come one kiddies! Not one pucker for Dr. Cox? Well, I guess this isn't the greatest atmosphere now is it? But knowing you two you'd probably go do it in the janitor's closet, that is if there's enough room to pop out the imagined orgasm that you always dream about Janice!"
Cox rambled on, knowing his newbie couldn't hear him, although now he really needed him too. This lack of communication was really driving him up the walls. And although insanity is defined as trying something over and over and expecting a different result, Cox figured he had nothing to lose, since he couldn't lose his voice anyway. He didn't define himself as "insane" merely "desperate nearly to the POINT of insanity".
"Well, it's all good and gold now isn't it. I'm not so pissy anymore, oh how wonderful! I should go and celebrate with the other lamed spirits around here! Then maybe we can all just play the blame game, to WHO put them in this situation! Let's see our contestants...Newbie, Gun, Gunguy, God, Satan, Patrick,"
God? God? Had he actually said God?
"..." Cox lay in silence for a moment, pondering the actual thought. "No. That isn't it. That can't be. It's not His fault. It's.... It's my fault. Yeah, oookay, that makes everything easier eh, Perry? Just blame yourself. Well, how bout I just FORGET about this whole thing about blaming!? Why can't I just die in PEACE!?"
(Because it MATTERS. Whoever put you in this should pay!)
"No! No! I won't listen to little annoying voices inside my head! Oh, if only I could whistle!! Oh wait! I know!" Perry remembered what had happened last time when he had angrily bursted out in his "thought talk". He gathered as much energy into one word, directed it towards J.D., and yelled,
"NEEEWWBEEEE!"
Suddenly J.D. was struck with an abrupt thought of Dr. Cox, and another light shorted out. He spun around quickly like a maniac, his head shooting from side to side searching for what may have caused the light to die like so suddenly.
Dr. Cox watched above...extremely pleased with the results of shocking his pupil.
"I have yet to be silenced," Had Perry had been in his body with his mouth, he would have grinned.
(Thank you for all your kind reviews! Please drop me more if you'd like! haha! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing/editing/makingup/slash being helped w/ it! ( dory