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Author:MorganaJeffries(Callie)
Rating:PG13ish (for now)
Characters:Most of the Scrubs Crew
Genre:A little of everything, but mostly drama, angst, and horror
Summary: The gang venture off on a vacation together that takes a drastic turn for the worse.
My Vacation From Hell
Ch6
(Turk POV)
"Come on baby! Open the door! Carla! Open the door for me!"I yell, now trying to kick the door in since my earlier attempts at doing so with my upper body strength had proved useless, accomplishing nothing more than giving me a sore shoulder to go along with my broken hand.
What's going on in there? Why won't she open the door? I ask myself as I continue kicking.
And damn what the heck's this door made out of? Steel?
"Baby! Come on now, are you hurt? Is someone in there with you?"I questioned, and thinking what I'd just asked, added in my most menacing bellow(or at least one that has succeeded in scaring the shit out of JD on several occasions)"And if there is anyone else in there, you betta not touch a single curly hair on my baby's head! I mean it! There ain't nothing worse than the wrath of Christopher Turk!"
Okay, kicking this door ain't working.
The "Thigh Master" will increase leg strength my ass! That's the last time I listen to you JD, and I mean it.
Where the hell did Dr. Cox's ass run off to? I wonder, but only briefly, for I have decided on my next course of action.
Sprinting to the opposite end of the hall, I turn around, stick my right shoulder out, and barrel back towards the locked door.
Bitch you gonna open this time! I yell mentally, then a few feet away from connecting with the door, I release a battle cry.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Unexpectedly, I pass right through the suddenly opened doorway, run past Carla who's standing there holding the door open, her mouth formed into an O of surprise, and straight towards the rooms back wall, which I hit with a loud thunk.
"Oomph."I grunt, little cartoon birdies flying around me, my face slideing down the wall, leaving a trail of spit behind.
"Turk, are you okay?"Carla asked." Baby, what were you thinking?
I open my eyes to see her concerned face hovering over me, her hair tickling my face.
"What was I thinking? I was saving you."I reply, giving her a glare and pout, simultaneously swatting her hair from out my face as I sit up.
"But I didn't need saving Turk. The door was stuck and I got it open right before.."Ahhh" "boom" "thunk"."she said, rolling her eyes. Using hand gestures to illustrate the sounds she's making, smacking them together on the last.
"Ha, ha, go ahead and make fun woman. But "aah""boom""thunk" could've all been avoided if you'd just answered a brother, not to mention I'd have preferred not to knock my shoulder out of joint for no reason! "I retort with half-hearted anger.
To be honest, I'm just so relieved she's okay that I really don't care why she didn't answer.
I still had to do my thing you know. It's the principle of the matter.
"Oh, you hurt yourself again baby?"she asked quickly, concern filling her eyes, which grew round as she blurted out,"There was a woman in the room."
"A woman? Where she at now?"I question, looking around and seeing that ,other than myself and Carla, no one was there.
"I don't know. It was like she was there one minute and "poof" vanished into thin air the next. I was too scared to even move, much less say anything after she disappeared. I'm so sorry baby."she replied, making pouty lips at me, rubbing my shoulder as she asked."Are you mad?"
"Nah, I ain't mad. I was just worried."I reply, waving a hand dismissively, closing my eyes , enjoying her rubbing my shoulders far more than was appropriate for the time and place.
"That's my fearless man. Come rushing through the door to save me."she said as she leaned over and kissed me."Is your shoulder hurting bad?"
"Just a little sore, but you know how it is. Somebody messes with my baby and I gots to do a little something something bout it."I answer, preening like a prize winning turkey as she pulls away.
"Hey, if you saw a woman just disappear into thin air, then maybe JD really saw that eyeless girl downstairs!" I exclaim, suddenly remembering my little buddies claims.
"Little girl?"she asks in surprise."He saw a girl?"
"Uh yeah , you was there when he flipped out and did the whole "I see dead people" thing"I answer, growing a tad concerned.
Had she had accidentally hit her head at some point since then?
I decided to recount the events to help jog her memory. "You remember don't you? Freaky, long haired girl with no eyes who grabbed his throat? Said we was all gonna die? He just told us all not 30 minutes ago?"
My poor vanilla bear, just thinking about it makes me want to go make sure he's alright.
An unreadable look flickers across her features, but dissolves as quickly as it appeared,"Oh yeah, I remember."she replies after a brief pause, nodding her head emphatically."I guess I just forgot for a second. Must've been the shock and all."
"You sure? You al'ight?"I question with a searching look.
"Of course. How couldn't I be with my big strong man here to protect me?"she answers, giving my cheek a quick peck, then looking at me with a frown admits," But I am a little worried about JD, so maybe we could go back down and check on him real quick?"
"Girl, you read my mind."I answer truthfully with a grin.
Grabbing her hand, we quickly sprint down the steps to the bottom floor and towards the living room where we'd left JD, Elliot and Jordan.
Right before entering the area, I stop, a nagging feeling overtaking me.
Somethings wrong with all this...
This feeling is forgotten instantly the second I trip over Elliot, who was laying, out cold, in the doorway.
"Elliot? What the..?"
Regaining my footing, I kneel down and reach to touch her.
"She's fine, but he's not, so quit messing around and get over here now!"Jordan's voice blares at me from further in the room.
Messing around? That woman's got some damn nerve...
Raising my eyes to look at her, I almost choke when I see the even more disturbing scene displayed before me.
JD, the he is JD.
"JD! What the hell happened?" I asked frantically, standing up and jumping Elliot like a hurdle in my hurry to cover the gap between there and where Jordan had him laid out on his back in the act of performing CPR.
"Save now, talk later."she snaps, scooting back to give me room, a pained look on her face.
"How longs he been like this?"I ask in a high pitched squeal, checking his neck and discovering no pulse.
"I don't know.. a minute or so."
"Or so? How long is so?"I demand, already pumping on JD's chest.
"No more than 2 minutes."she barks back at me, and I briefly glance at her with a indignant glare, but pause when I see she is crying.
The emotionless, cold hearted ice queen is crying.
Damn, this is one f'd up day.
"And anyway, where the hell were you? When someone says "just yell if you need us", I assume that means they'll actually come if I feel the need to fucking do so! Which I did several times while he was attacking JD. But you know what? Nobody came! What were you two doing? Up there humping away like some damn bunnies while people are getting strangled? "she asks accusingly, glaring back and forth between Carla and myself.
I felt most of her wrath was directed at me, but also felt, if so, it was deserved.
Not that I was humping away like a bunny, but really, what would be the point in arguing?
The important thing is to focus on JD who may be dying, if he isn't dead already.
"Oh my god, JD!"Elliot's voice rings out from behind me, and after blowing air into JD's mouth, I turn my head and see her standing over me, rubbing her head, a mixture of confusion and fear on her face.
"Help me Elliot."I bark in reply. She still doesn't move though, so I do it again with more force using my best Dr. Cox type voice," Dr. Reid, I said get down here! Now!"
Dr. Cox..Where the hell is Dr. Cox?
That snaps her out of it, and she kneels down, taking over the air blowing end while I continue with the pumping.
Carla joins us in our JD centered circle, jumping right in to monitor his pulse.
"Come on bro, breathe, just breathe for me."I plead, stopping briefly to allow a sniffling Elliot chance to puff into his mouth, then start right back again,"Come on, don't do this to me Vanilla bear. Come away from the light and back to us."
I don't have to look to know that I probably got at least 2 disapproving glances for that, and yes, I fully realize this is not the time for joking of any sort, but thing is, I really do believe in the afterlife, tunnel of light and all, so I wasn't joking.
"9, 10, Breathe."
I stop again, a now sobbing Elliot dong her thing once more.
It's not working, but you can't really be dead JD. You just can't.
Looking at his pale unresponsive face, I feel tears welling in my own eyes despite my efforts to not cry.
But, who will watch Sanford and Son with me? Or any of our other favorite shows? Or play toe finger with me if you're gone?
I pump again, a feeling of utter despair, helplessness and defeat in the pit of my stomach.
"Come on Bambi, breathe. You can do it."I hear Carla chanting as she smooths his hair back, much in the way she does our son."I know you can do it."
I stop once more to let Elliot to do her part.
At the last moment Jordan grunts and pushes her aside, taking her place.
Which probably had to do with the fact that Elliot was crying so hard now that it was difficult for her to breathe for herself, much less JD.
I stare numbly at him, burning his image into my memory.
He's dead, this is all useless. My best friend is dea..
Jordan lifts her mouth from his, and like magic, following a quick indrawn gasp of breath his eyes suddenly pop open, and he starts coughing.
"JD, you're not dead!"I squeal happily, pushing Jordan aside to pull his upper body up from the ground in a hug."You're not dead! I love you man!"
"Stop it Turk, you're squeezing him too tight."Carla, who reaches over and starts rubbing his back, admonishes me, then continues soothingly,"Slow, deep breaths Bambi, slow, deep breathes."
In my joy, I hadn't realized he was taking quick shallow breaths, like he was hyperventilating.
Maybe I am hugging him too tight.
After another second I reluctantly move to release him, but when I start pulling back, he won't let go.
"N-no!"he pleads pitifully, clinging to me, then his eyes dart around the room and he asks in a hiccuping sob,"Where? Where's D-Dr, Cox? Don't let him h-hurt me."
"What?"I ask in confusion, pulling back so I could look at him closely. Dr Cox? Hurt him? What's he talking about?
"JD, dude, nobody's gonna hurt you while I'm here bro."I say, dead serious.
"I knew. I knew..you'd come T-turk." he says with a watery smile.
Things started popping into my mind as this point.
I'd at first assumed, when Carla and myself had come back into the room, that his current condition had been brought on by his earlier injuries, but putting together the other things that had happened and been said, so wasn't the case.
Elliot had been unconscious, and she hadn't been injured in the wreck at all.
Jordan had said he'd been attacked hadn't she?
"Okay, what happened?"I ask Jordan who once again has her stone face in place. "And where is Dr. Cox? Did he not come back before us?"
Anticipating I wasn't going to like her reply, I allowed Elliot, who obviously was dying to get her hands on JD, to take over so I could give Jordan my full attention..
"Yeah about that,"she replies calmly. "I think we might have a problem "
"We might have a problem?"
"Did I stutter? Yes we might have a problem."she snapped, then, pointing at the other side of the couch, added."A big one."
Standing up, I move to where I could see the area in which she was indicating, and for the 4th or 5th time that night, am met with a surprising sight.
Dr. Cox's motionless figure.
"Who did this?"I ask Jordan after leaning down and feeling a strong pulse beneath my fingers."What happened?"
"Well, that I did,"she answered nodding at Dr. Cox, then after a pause, added reluctantly,"And that, Perry did."nodding at JD who was now holding on to Elliot for dear life.
"What?" I ask, my voice coming out in a surprised squeal. "You're shitting me right?"
I know Dr. Cox has a mean streak, but I don't think he'd ever hurt JD, who had done nothing but worship the very ground he walked on since our first year as interns.
Would he?
"Do I ever shit you?"she replied.
She wasn't known for her kidding, that's for damn sure.
"So you're telling me that Dr. Cox, that guy laying right there,"I started, pointing my finger at his still form,"tried to, and almost succeeded in, killing JD?"
"Yes, I fell asleep on the love seat over there, but was awakened by the commotion JD and Perry were making."she answers solemnly."I tried to get him to stop, but it wasn't working. By the time I hit him over the head he'd already done the damage."
Now I'd never really cared much for Dr. C, but had more or less tolerated him because his closeness with my best bud.
Now, feeling outrage and anger mounting, I found that tolerancy gone.
"He's the one who hit me Turk." Elliot, taking a moment from her ministrations to JD, spoke up at this point, then focused herself on him fully once more.
"Huh? Well damn."I said calmly, then added,"I guess I'll have to kill him then."
"I don't think so."Jordan, staring me straight in the eyes, said in reply to this.
"The bottom line is this Jordan, he almost killed JD, and he's not going to get by with it. So I really don't care what you're thinking."
"I understand how you feel, but you're not going to touch Perry because you, I, and everyone else in this room knows he would never hurt anyone, especially JD, on his own accord."
"We all thought we knew that, but it appears we were wrong."I argue.
"I agree with her baby."Carla spoke up."Perry wouldn't hurt JD."
"But he did hurt him Carla!"
"Look, lets just tie him up, and when he comes to we'll see if we can't figure out what caused him to do it." Carla suggested reasonably, and seeing the reluctance on my face added,"He'll be tied up Turk."
"Fine, but he ain't leaving our sights."
I stopped to look around and see what I could use as rope, but saw nothing.
"Pull that cord out of the lamp over there. It should be strong enough."Jordan suggested, pointing to the left of the room.
I walked over, jerked it out, and was indeed able to use it.
After finishing, I walked over and helped Elliot move JD back to the couch, then sat down to await Dr. Cox's awakening.
(Cox POV)
First thing I felt was an intense headache.
Secondly was the fact my arms were numb.
"Would anyone like to tell me exactly why my arms and legs are tied up?"I ask all the others in the room after figuring out what was causing the numbness.
The angry eyes of all of them, except JD who was staring blankly up at the ceiling, suddenly turned in my direction, but I still received no immediate reply.
"Gandhi? Barbie? Jordan? Don't all jump in and answer me at once."
"You know damn well why you're tied up asshole."Turk, who was clenching and unclenching his fists for some reason or another, answered as he stood up and came to where I was sitting.
"Uh, no I do not."I reply truthfully."So would you t-er-ribly mind enlightening me"
"Fine, you want some enlightenment, I'll give it. You tried to kill JD, that's why you're tied up. Though I gotta say if it were my choice you'd be suffering a whole lotta hurtin right now."
I scoff at this.
"I think Gandhi, that I'd know if I tried to kill Nancy."
"First of all, his name is JD, and secondly, you did do it and we almost couldn't bring him back."
"No I..."
"Oh but you did." a strange voice spoke and I looked around the room in confusion, searching for the source.
"Who was that?"I ask aloud when I see noone except the people who were there originally.
"That was me, and you can quit looking around the room because I'm not there Chuck Norris."the voice replied,adding"I'm in here."
Chuck Norris...suddenly it all came back in clear detail.
Upstairs, the black mist, coming back down here, hitting Barbie over the head, and last but not least, me strangling newbie.
Oh fuck me, what did I do?
"Oh you didn't do anything that half-assed time buddy boy, but I'll just wait here until I can give it another go. Maybe we'll even kill the rest of em too, just for the hell of it, when we finish off your boy over there."it spoke up once more.
Then JD finally looked at me. Staring back , I saw many emotions in his eyes, hurt, confusion, fear.
All but hatred, the one I deserved most...
TBC
Thought I'd give the folks a break from the ghosties this go round, so I know it wasn't the greatest chapter, but I have many twists, scares, turns, and JDA planned for next one, so hope you keep reading!
And no, I haven't forgotten about Keith. He'll pop up again soon because he's got a very important part to play later on.