For those not sure, italics is JD's internal monologue. Only the first part of this chapter is his POV: I prefer writing for Dr C. Also, I'm afraid I haven't watched half as much Scrubs as I should have. Don't worry! I'm working on it. But in this story:
1) JD lives with Carla and Turk

2) Dr Cox lives alone and closer to Sacred Heart

3) The Porsche has back seats. No idea whether that's real or not.

There's some other stuff which I think is slightly AU but it can't be revealed yet! Teehee.

Plus I'm sorry this chapter is boring. I'll try and update extra fast after this one.

JD woke up in his bed. Wait, how had he got there? He began to wonder in his strange internal monologue way……..

Last thing I remember I was in a hospital bed. And Dr Cox was looking very pissed off and holding a piece of yellowing paper…….. Oh shit. Oh double- no, triple shit. On toast. With mushrooms, and a squirt of brown sauce on the side…..I'm hungry. No, stay focused! Stay focused, damn it! Okay. Let's look at this rationally. Things I know:

I hit my head

I was taken to hospital

I grabbed my clothes and legged it like an idiot

I'm here now

Someone brought me here

I've ruined my favourite jeans

There's a warm area by my feet…..

JD was just wondering what the hell it was when he heard footsteps. He quickly shut his eyes again. He felt someone settle on the end of the bed, and a hand was run through his hair. A nice hand. He decided he liked the hand.

"Sorry I went, I wanted a drink" he apologised. "Course I'd like to be drinking scotch right now but I've got to watch somebody for pneumonia."

Okay. So Dr C brought me here. So he must have seen my hair all flattened out! Damn it, now I'll never be able to face him again! Wait, did I say that aloud or in my head? Just wait JD, you'll find out.

"Straighten up Izzy, and I mean that in every sense."

Ahh. It was aloud.

Perry sighed, and ran a hand through his hair so it stuck up. Patricia was sleeping soundly, or had been until he had muttered something about his hair. How long had JD been awake for? Damn it! Perry had to get his unfeeling, macho reputation back. So he grunted and pulled the covers back from Louisa, who squealed like a little girl. How fitting.

"Come on, Georgina. You may want to go back to your dreams of pink shoes and that dreamy guy from Paediatrics, but I think it's time you went home." He said crossly.

"What?" Lulu said, slurring his words. "I thought I was home."
"No, Julie-Anne. This is, in fact, my home. Mine. The only reason you're here was because you ran out like the little girl you are, apparently oblivious to the fact it's probably minus several hundred degrees out there. So I chucked you in the Porsche, don't even bother asking how that got back, and got you here before you died of something or other. Concussion or pneumonia, you get to choose." He finished his rant with a deep breath. "Understood, Patricia?"

Silence. Then- "Okay" JD sighed, swinging his legs out of bed. He pulled on his shoes, which had been dumped at the end of the bed, and followed Dr Cox out. He sat in the back, his eyes closed. He yawned. "You okay?" Perry asked, slightly worried. "Concussion would be a bad thing."

"No, I'm okay" he assured. "Just woke up, you know?"

"Well Janine, how about opening your eyes to reassure me then? Hmm?"

JD did as instructed. But then he screamed.

"What? What is it?" Perry asked worriedly. JD reached out a trembling hand and pointed at the back of Perry's seat. He twisted around to look at what had got Newbie so freaked out. He gasped.

In the same thick, black marker, a message was scrawled.

"TEN DAYS LEFT, JD. MAKE THE MOST OF THEM."

Perry cursed. Shit crap bugger balls BOLLOCKS. Now he would have to show the kid the note, no denying it.

"Guess they thought seven days would be too cheesy?" he joked, hoping Newbie would calm down. Instead he looked Perry in the eye, his normally happy expression made of stone.
"Alright. Tell me what's going on. NOW." He instructed. Perry gulped- yes, he actually gulped- and then sighed.

"Okay." He said softly.

He showed JD the newer note, and drove him to his house. He stopped outside and they talked for a minute.

"So who really hates you? Apart from me, obviously."

"Well there's you."

"Obviously"
"And….um…….Lonnie. Most of the interns, actually. Doctor Beardface, Doctor Kelso, Hooch, Keith, Kim, Jordan, Janitor….." JD's eyes widened as he counted of the amount of people who would kill him.

"Also, have you pissed off Carla lately?" Perry asked.

"No. Why?"
"She is Satan in a skirt."

"That's mean!"
"But…….."
"But true."
"Wooh! Cox: One! Newbie: Zero!" Perry said happily. "So, Newbie. Ten days to figure out who wants to chop your block off before they loom at you with a giant axe." JD froze up.

Perry stared. "You don't actually think….." He got out the car, went round to the back and sat beside the man.

"JD, you have to trust me. These threats are empty. And even if they weren't, you're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you."