Thanks to my reviewers. Thankies to Shadydrmr, I hope this chapter was a bit longer. luvjOi, thanks for the encouragement. Meco-lia and The Butterfly Mistress, thanks also. I just have one question for all of you- why are your pennames so hard to spell?

In hindsight, yelling in a room full of sick people was not Perry's best idea. Especially when he yelled "Your head had better be on fire!", whilst pointing at Lonnie. Lonnie cowered from the pissed off older doctor, but then Carla walked in. Seeing her, he smiled and straightened up again, knowing Dr Cox couldn't completely murder him while she was here.

"Doctor Cox, please come with me." Perry refused to budge.

"And why should I do that?"
"It's important!"
"And?"
"It's about doctor Dorian." Perry swore under his breath.

"If you've managed to kill Clarissa…….."
"No, he's still fine!" Lonnie said quickly, not liking the look on the man's face.

"But you really need to see this."

Perry sighed, but held his arms out. "Go on then, idiot. Take me to your leader." He followed Lonnie down to JD's room. The man was still breathing, his heart was still beating. He had the hospital gown on, but Dr Cox could see the man's jeans poking out from under the bed sheets.

"Why the hell is Susanna still in her jeans?" he demanded.

"Well, I went to take them off, just like you said. But I heard like noise. So I stopped. And I looked in his pockets and I found something."

"What was it?"
"A note."
"A note? That's why you called me here? A freaking note?" Perry's face was beginning to turn red. Apparently Lonnie's death wish had returned, because he interrupted him mid rant.

"Sir, please just look at the note before you start complaining!" Dr Cox contemplated using the man's head as a football, but changed his mind and looked in JD's pockets.

In the first one, he found a packet of gum (which he put in his pocket), a sheet of Unicorn stickers (which he threw in the bin) and a piece of fluff (which he announced was a piece of fluff). He reached around to the other pocket, and he could feel paper between his fingers. He frowned, and pulled it out. It was a piece of slightly yellow, lined paper. He opened it up, wondering why JD had screwed it up so tightly. Perry finally got the damn thing uncurled, and began to read it. It was scrawled in thick black marker pen, in a handwriting he didn't recognise. It was all in capitals, and it took him a moment to figure out what it said.

YOU LOOKED GOOD YESTERDAY. I'LL BE WATCHING YOU AS ALWAYS. TRY LOOKING FOR ME AGAIN AND IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO.

Perry laughed. "Nice joke kid. You are joking, right?" His laugh died down as he saw Lonnie shaking his head.

"No, this kind of thing only happens in bad and clichéd stories. Now seriously, who put this in here?" Silence. Lonnie stepped forwards.

"I put it back in because…….well I'm not really sure…but I don't……..I can't…." Even Perry could see the young idiot man was shaken by the event. He sighed and gestured towards the door. Lonnie pounced on the opportunity and ran out. Perry sat beside the bed and read the note again. And again. It still said the same thing. Well, there was only one person that could explain this. And he happened to be unconscious. Perry sighed, grabbed a more comfortable chair and settled down. It was gonna be a long night.

JD's eyes fluttered open. They saw Dr Cox sitting by the bed and quickly shut again. His brain yelled at the rest of his body. "Feign sleep, feign sleep……come on, do you want to get thrown into another pond?" He was doing what he thought to be a very good impression of a sleeping man when Dr Cox's voice rang through.

"Irene, I saw you open your eyes. Come on, we need to have a talk…."

Squeezing his eyes even tighter, he said very fast "I'm-really-rally-sorry-for-arguing-with-you-and-annoying-you-and-stuff! Please, just don't throw me in another pond!" He curled up in a ball and waited. Perry's voice, unusually calm, came again.

"Newbie, look at me." JD's face twisted upwards. "Do I look angry?" JD looked at his mentor's face. It was Not angry. He relaxed and let his eyes stay open.

"What did you want then, if homicide isn't on your mind?"
"First of all, how's your head?" Perry's voice was soft. JD shrugged.

"Could be better, but not that bad."
"Good" Perry's voice began to change back to it's normal sarcastic tone. "Now, there's something going on here, Shirley. I had one of your useless interns get you undressed, as you can see they only half finished the job because they found what I like to call 'Exhibit A' in your pocket. This note." Dr Cox held up the piece of unscrewed paper. JD began to sweat.

"That's nothing. Nothing, I swear…..just me and a friend, mucking around….."

"Jennifer, you don't have many friends. Barbie doesn't pull stunts like that. Ghandi might have done it, but his wife would have told me. So spill, JD. Who sent you this?"

JD hardly noticed Perry had used his real name.
"No one!" he cried.

"Newbie….." Perry's voice took on a mess-with-me-and-die tone.

"FINE!" JD yelled. "I don't know, okay? I just keep finding them. They used to be posted through my door, but they freaked me out so I taped up my letterbox. But now I just keep finding them in places…….they're everywhere. And I don't know who sends them or what they want, but it's really scaring me." JD said all this very quickly, and was almost on the verge of tears when Doctor Cox did the worst thing he could of done.

He laughed.

It wasn't as if he meant to. He was laughing at Bobbo, who he had just noticed was ranting at Barbie. It was highly amusing. He had been listening to JD, and he was worried. But understandably, JD didn't try to find this out.

"I knew you'd do this!" he shouted. "I just knew it! That's why I didn't tell you!" The man sat up in bed, and began to pull his hospital gown off.

"Woah there Pricilla. Whatcha doing?" JD glared. He glare, Perry had to admit, was rather impressive.

"I'm going home." JD pulled his white shirt back on, bundling the t shirt into a ball. He began to stagger down the corridor.

"But you can't! You need to monitored!" Perry yelled after him.

"I'm a doctor! If I start falling asleep I'll pop in for a visit!" Perry would have enjoyed the unusual sarcastic tone if things had been different.

Perry sighed as JD walked down the corridors, away from the room. He knew he should go stop the man, but suddenly he saw something else in the corner of his eye. A piece of yellow, screwed up paper. But Newbie had taken it, hadn't he? Dr Cox picked it up and unscrewed it. He read it, reread it, then dropped it and gasped.

YOU TOLD SOMEONE ELSE. I KNOW YOU DID. IF YOU THINK WHAT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH SO FAR IS HELL, YOU'D BETTER WATCH OUT.

I'M COMING FOR YOU.