Dr. Cox POV

A couple on the television squabbled as I mindlessly laid eyes on the screen, my hands on the back of my head. Newbie had declared independence from me before, but he was pissed this time. What brought that on? I already made up for the stinking sabotaging so what's up his butt? Whatever, maybe I'll finally get some peace and quiet. Ironically, Jordan decides to enter the break room. "Hey Perbear, why the arms on the head?" she asks and stands in front of the TV. Pretending I've been watching, I try my darnset to look around her. She crosses her arms. Wrong move. Jordan angrily turns off the television and turns back to look at me with raised eyebrows. "Does this have to do with DJ? Because if it does, I'm going to have to go get him a thank you card." I frowned at her, flicked my nose and crossed my arms right back at her.

"Jordan, Newbie would never be the reason I'm sulking especially when he just cut the umbilical cord attaching us. He used it to drag me through the hallways at his every whim, so uh noooo it does not have to do with what's her face," I protested. She was quiet for a moment and then spoke. "Well I just thought I'd let you know that Pablo and I are getting pretty serious and you've been boring me. So Jack and I are going to stay over my mom's until Pablo and I have enough money for our future honeymoon in Spain. So, you know, do whatever you want. We will send you a postcard," Jordan responded and started to leave. "Jordan!" I called but the door had just shut behind her. I sat in shock. What just happened? What the hell was she mad about this time?

I sat down at the lunch table behind Barbie, Carla, and the interracial lesbian couple, still hung over with a massive headache. Newbie poked at his food, but didn't eat it. Barbie began pestering him about it. Which, in turn, pestered me because I could hear it. "JD, when my mom left me alone with the nanny like she usually did, sometimes we would play Checkers, sometimes cops and robbers, but she'd always be there to scrub that little portion of my back that just itched…all of the time, and no one else would do that for me, I mean, I certainly couldn't reach it," Barboo said. "My mom wouldn't even scratch that spot for me if she was right next to me."

After a moment, Gandhi opened his big mouth, "…What are you talking about?" Carla chimed in, "I think what she's trying to say, JD, is that you need a new somebody around to help you out with your non-medical problems because clearly Dr. Cox isn't interested in that anymore." I furrowed my eyebrows, scowling lightly to myself. Clarissa is the one ignoring me for no reason! The damn girl hasn't said a word to me in the past four days! Except for passing on medical information. But god, she was even walking away from me during my rants, which annoyed me more than her trailing me everywhere. "Look I appreciate you guys being concerned about me, but honestly I'm fine, I'll deal. I don't need him or anyone else to scrub my back. I already have Chocolate Bear for my itchies when they itch…y," Newbie managed, shoveling food into his mouth finally.

I was furiously full on staring at their pathetic little support group table at this point. Doesn't need me, yeah right. He will eventually come running and crying to me, I was sure. All of their drabbling caused me to lose my appetite. I stood from my seat, scooting the chair back violently as I stood. They all stopped and looked at me, except Newbie. He knew I was there, and he refused to look. "Listen here, gossip girls, no one in this room cares about all of your rashes and who you can help to scratch them. But for the love of the atrocise cafeteria food, could ya puh-lease stop talking about them so the rest of us can eat?" I said, walking off, leaving my tray on the table.

That night, I decided to get equally as drunk as the previous night. Jordan had taken all of her stuff, taken my son, and gone to her mother's like she'd said. She just broke up with me over the phone, but much to my confusion, didn't tell me why. Jordan and I always told each other the truth, which is why we've always worked well together. The last thing she said before hanging up was, "Figure it out, Perry. You're a grown man so you better make up your mind eventually. But I'm not interested in being your fall back anymore."

I drank more than half a bottle of scotch, and found myself pacing most of the night. I was confused and angry that she didn't elaborate, but much to my disgust, I wasn't just confused and angry at her. That damn scrawny kid kept creeping into my mind, more so since he'd stopped following me around. Stopped talking to me. Or looking at me. What in the hell was he so mad at me for anyway? I crashed on my bed and drunkenly snatched my phone from the bedside table. I forgot to tell Newbie that Kelso told me that we were supposed to spend the next day in an ambulance together. I couldn't wait to torture him.

Dr. Cox (2:28am): You. Me. Ambulance. Tomorrow. Bright and early, sunshine.

I lay my phone down on my bare chest, wondering why I didn't just tell him in the morning. I frowned at myself and jolted a little when I felt it vibrate.

Newbie (2:30am): Can't you take someone else?

I stared at the bright screen through blurry eyes. The room spun as my heart thudded loudly in my ears, which begged the question slurring from my mouth, "What did I do to her heiness?" Why am I making fun of the kid when he's not even here to hear it?

Dr. Cox (2:35am): Sorry, princess, Bobbo's orders. Stop with the silent treatment, you can't fool me. You should know this by now. I know you miss me.

After sending, I groaned and set my phone on the night stand permanently for the night. Maybe that'll be enough to get her out of the dumps. I don't loathe her presence as much as I put off, but that's the most she's getting. Several minutes later, after I had started dozing off, a response violently woke me. Instinctively, I grabbed it.

Newbie (3:04am): Do you miss me?

I stared at my phone, trying to wrap my head around his question.

Dr. Cox (3:06am): Go to sleep Newbie. No more stupid questions. You're keeping me up.

Newbie (3:07am): You're the one who texted me at three in the morning.

Dr. Cox (3:09am): Had to relay professional information there, Newbie. Missing you has nothing to do with it.

Newbie (3:10am): So you do miss me! I knew it. I miss you too, Dr. Cox.

Dr. Cox (3:11am): Nonononono, Lisa. I do nawt miss you. I like you best when you're as far away from me as possible, so I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.

Newbie (3:14am): Whatever you say. Goodnight, Dr. Cox.

Bewildered, I put my phone down. Oh well, at least we'd have to work together tomorrow and I can reiterate how much I did not miss him. At least the silent treatment was probably over, which I usually liked but found myself relieved that it was over. Hammered and more confused than ever, I fell asleep.