Very boring chapter. But I promise this is the last 'note'. The other days will be different.
JD wandered into Sacred Heart, smiling as he saw Turk. He ran towards the man but felt something grab him by the collar. He jolted backwards slightly, and almost fell to the ground. But instead he was caught by strong arms.
"Are you insane?" An all too familiar voice hissed. "You gonna go bounding over there and tell Ghandi everything?"
"Well, why wouldn't I?"
"Gee Barbara Anne, I have no possible idea. Oh, maybe because this could actually be your life at stake here. And not in the same way it is way I threaten to kill you when you talk or dance or sing or generally breathe in my presence. Whoever's doing this has either some kind of sick assed joker or dangerous. And as much as I'd like it to be the former, I have a feeling it's for real. So do you plan on spreading the word around the hospital like eye shadow at a girly sleepover, or are you gonna shut your lip gloss smothered mouth for once?" JD stared at his mentor, reluctant to admit he had a point.
"You're evil." He said. Dr Cox grinned.
"I know! Doesn't it rock?"
"So, ten days." JD sighed. It was his lunch break, and all he wanted to do was talk about this. And unless he wanted to get a steel rod through his neck in the next twelve seconds, he couldn't talk to Turk or Elliot about it. So he was going to have to talk to Doctor Cox, who was chewing on a sandwich and looking thoughtful.
"Yes, Newbie. I can, and did, read."
"Doctor Cox, I might have ten days left in my life! And I'm quite fond of my life!"
"Yes, Newbie, and I can assure you I also enjoy your life being fine, mainly so I can wreck it."
"So why are you upset about this if you like my life being wrecked?"
"I'm the only one allowed to ruin your life. Me only. Well, me, the Bobbatron, and that janitor. But that is it!" JD smiled at Perry's not-quite-protectiveness, but something near it. Then he sighed, and began to fiddle with his paper napkin thing.
"What's up Yolanda?"
"Apart from the fact I have 10 days to live?"
"Yeh." JD could detect no obvious sarcasm in the man's voice.
"Well….Uh…..I got another note" he admitted. Perry sprung forwards, suddenly interested and worried. And hungry. But that was unrelated.
"What did it say, Jolene?"
"I've got it here….I found it with my scrubs." He fumbled around for a while and pulled it out. He passed the note to Perry, who opened it quickly.
TEN DAYS. EVERY DAY WILL BRING MORE PAIN FOR YOU AND THE OTHER ONE.
"I suppose I'm the other one?" JD nodded. "What I lovely way he/she/it has of introducing me."
"What do you think it is?" JD questioned.
"My guess is……..a man."
"Why?"
"Well because this isn't really a woman thing"
"Don't be sexist, Perry."
"Yeh, and don't call me that."
"Sexist?"
"No, Perry."
"I'm really confused."
"Join the club Lucy, we got jackets."
"Really?" Perry sighed and banged his head against the table.
"So do you wanna stay here or go home? I'll cover for you if you want to leave?"
"Why would you do that?"
"It's just another reason to why I rock." Perry said calmly.
"I think….I'd rather stay. There are more people here."
"Makes sense."
"What do you think 'the pain of the day' will be?" JD quipped. Doctor Cox thought.
"No idea." At that moment, his pager went off. "Shit! Got to go, kid, some insensitive bloke's decided to cop it."
JD sighed and stared aimlessly at his lunch. He wasn't hungry anymore. He binned it and strolled towards the nurses station, out of habit. Carla smiled when she saw him.
"Bambi! How's stuff going?"
"Pretty cool, Carla. Pretty cool. Where's SCB?"
"In surgery. Someone got rushed in."
"Oh. Cool."
"Not really! He was in a car crash."
"Oh."
"But they think he'll be okay."
"Cool."
"You're saying 'cool' a lot, Bambi. You okay?"
" Yeh…..I'm…."
"Cool?"
"Yeh."
Just at that moment, Turk walked through the doors. He sighed, and pulled Carla close to him.
"The guy's dead, baby. We couldn't save him." JD frowned. That was weird. He wandered towards the morgue, to find Doug happily playing cards with the newest corpse.
"DOUG!" JD yelled. "Corpses are not toys!"
"I know!" Doug said. "He's lying on my feet and I can't move him!" JD sighed and pulled the dead man back on to the examination table. Doug stood up, and almost fell down again.
"I'm gonna go. I think I broke something." Doug said, rubbing his foot as he limped away. JD sighed, and stared at the body of the man. Then suddenly he noticed something.
Thick, black marker across the man's back.
JD was staring at this when Perry ran in.
"I have been looking for you everywhere! That creepy Peepants kid said you were in here but I didn't see……..what's wrong?" Perry titled his head and stepped forwards until he saw what JD saw. He slowly rolled the man over until he was on his stomach.
"Shit." JD breathed.
"We are dealing with one sick ass here. I mean, before was bad, but this? This is murder, this is just plain wrong……."
ISN'T IT NICE TO KNOW THIS WILL BE YOU?