Authors Notes: Yup, I'm starting every chapter with in hindsight. Enjoy, my lovelys!
In hindsight, Perry probably should of taken Newbie back to her and Ghandi's apartment. Carla was working, but Ghandi might have been home. He could have dumped Clarissa with him, gone down the pub and get completely and totally pissed. But he didn't want to set foot in that place. Ever. He could have dragged Lydia off to his place. Could have kept an eye on him, while sitting in front of his own TV and sitting on his own couch. But instead he took little Gladys to the only place he could think of: Sacred Heart hospital.
He arrived, carrying the unconscious JD. At first he had tried a fireman lift, then a piggyback. But now he had the man's arms draped around his neck and he was clutching the body to his chest, bridal style. He walked into the waiting room, gently laid JD on a plastic bench and walked up to the reception.
"You need to see this man."
"I'm sorry sir, but we can't-" Dr Cox cut the woman off by snapping his fingers. Nervous guy, who was actually hiding in the corner, darted over.
"Yuh, yuh, yes……sir?" Nervous guy stuttered.
"This woman says you can't see my patient right now. Is she wrong? Hmm?" Nervous guy jumped, and turned to the receptionist. A minute and a ten dollar note later, JD was lying on a bed. Dr Cox smiled, and clapped his hands. Then Carla walked in.
He stared. She stared. Shit.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BAMBI?" she screamed. Perry winced, put his hands over his ears and replied.
"Oh, I don't know. Saved him from being beaten to death by twenty chavs in hoodies? Carried him half a mile, towards here after he was knocked unconscious? Gee, Carla, what did I do?" he ranted. He didn't know why he was so wound up about this. Maybe it was the idea that people could think he would actually, physically hurt Ria. Hurt his Newbie? Not likely!
Oh no. Oh no no NO! He did not just refer to Bella as "his Newbie." He did not just use a possessive term about the annoying little runt. Speaking of said annoying little runt, how was he doing? Perry looked over and the body and smiled slightly. JD had been carried half a mile, fallen over, ran like lightening and knocked into a fish pond (long story), and his bloody hair was still perfect! Seriously, how much gel did the man use? Perry kept staring at it, trying to avoid Carla's accusing glare.
"Look, whatever. But get him into his hospital gown and get him into that bed, cuz I just know you were responsible for this somehow." She walked away, swinging her hips, leaving Perry to stare after her. Maybe Carla was, in fact, Satan. Hmm. She should get together with Kelso some time. Dr Cox turned back towards the bed. No. He was NOT undressing Newbie. No. Freaking. Way. He sighed, and clambered onto the chair. He gave a loud whistle, and waited. Suddenly nineteen interns poured into the room, rushing and tripping over their own feet. They lined up and stood in silence.
"Yes, Doctor Cox?" One of them asked tentatively.
Perry scoured the crowd until he found Lonnie. Ah ha! "You!" he said, pointing at the ginger haired man. "Stay! The rest of you can go." Eighteen happy interns sprinted for the door. One very, very unhappy intern waited for further instructions.
"Slap in the face, sir?" he requested.
"No, you can do that later. For now, I want you to undress ole' Patricia here and get her into her hospital wear." But apparently the young intern had a death wish, because he muttered under his breath
"Scared you'll get carried away?"
Perry just had to fix him with a death stare and the man was scampering off. He grinned, and was in the back of a taxi and halfway home when his pager went off. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT.
DR C. COME QUICKLY. URGENT.
He frowned, sighed, and began to dial for another taxi……….