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Author's Note: For the first time ever I have every intention of finishing a fanfic, and this is indeed, my friends, that fanfic! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

After being hit over the head with what I would later tell people was something strong and metal, not at all a frail, teenage girl's hand, I could feel myself laying behind the nurses station with Laverne and Carla hovering over me, passing snide comments.

"...not the first time..."

"...needs a helmet..."

"I'm awake you know!" I shout, instantly wishing I hadn't, a sharp pain shooting right between my eyes.

"Aw, Bambi, don't move, I'll get you an ice pack." Carla said, walking towards the fridge under the desk. "What did you do to make that girl hit you so hard?"

"I told her if she ate more she wouldn't look as dead," I honestly answered. I've really got to practice that whole thinking before speaking thing. I wonder how much of my life would be better had I thought first.

I see myself standing once more in the girl's hospital room. In my head I say the eating comment, out loud I say the eating comment. Once more I end up unconscious on the floor.

Yeah, probably not much.

Something cold pressed to my forehead and I saw Carla leaning over me. "There Bambi, is there anything else I could do to make you feel better?"

Take off your top. "Take off your top." Dammit!

As if from nowhere The Todd appeared, gasping for breathe. "Did I hear something about stripping?"

If looks could kill, Carla would've been sending me to autopsy right about now. "Don't make me give you another head injury, moron."

As if from nowhere Dr. Cox appeared. "Did I hear something about injuring Susie, because if I did please let me find my baseball bat and get a good whack in myself."

There's a glass case with the words "In case of JD, break glass." Dr. Cox punches through and pulls a big stick out. I'm hanging from the ceiling like a pinata.

"Nice shiner there, Marilyn." Dr. Cox says, looking at my eye. "You're going to have to put some makeup on it and tell everyone you walked into a door."

I pulled myself up and looked into the leg of Carla's chair. Sure enough, a faint purple swelling was beginning to appear around it. "Good right hook," I whispered.

I could see Dr. Cox once again hovering around me, preparing one of his classic pep talks.

I'm in a boxing ring, sitting in the corner while Jace gives me a sneer from the other side. Dr. Cox pours water over my head while saying things like "don't go down in the first round, it's just one hit, you can take her."

Back to reality, "get your sorry ass off the floor and go in there to help your patient."

So much for encouraging pep talk.

Elliot was a mess, her hair was frizzed up, there were vomit stains coating her scrubs, and she was pretty sure she had been sexually harrassed by two of the patients. The angry feelings towards JD had all but subsided.

"Hey Turk, you seen JD?"

"Nah, been in surgery all day. You will never believe what we pulled out of this guys..."

"Turk!" Elliot shrieked. "Look, if you see him, let me know."

"Sure, wait..." Turk said with suspicion. "Why do you need him?"

Elliot was to busy walking away while cracking her knuckles to notice. Turk took a quick mental note to warn JD the next time he saw him.

I walked back into Jace's room, catching instantly the laughter in her eyes.

"I've got a great base you can cover that with, but you never know, it could make you look dead."

I laughed sarcastically before picking up the IV to once more reattatch it. She held her arm out to me as if it were a sign of peace. Finally I could start making progress.

"Deja vu?" Carla asked Dr. Cox as JD went back to the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he lief, knowing full well what Carla was talking about.

PC stood next to Dr. Elias in front of a big room that held just one patient, a young man with spiked hair that had been badly bleached so that brown still showed under it. His face was pale and sunken as though he hadn't eaten in weeks, it was one of the many images to come over the next few weeks that would haunt the intern his whole life.

"They found him overdosed on the streets. Dr. Morris agreed to let us keep him here for his own safety," Dr. Elias said. "We get a lot of cases like these, Perry, but his one seems different to me." Dr. Elias closed his chart and pushed it into PC's hands. "I think you should take this one."

"Me?" PC said, jumping a little. "Why?"

"Because you're the only doctor here that I think could make a difference."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cox," PC said, sounding much more professional than he felt.

"John," the patient said, making eye contact and holding it. PC could see what Dr. Elias was talking about, a spark. It was haunting in a strange sort of way, like there was a different person buried beneath it. "Can you do something about this IV, it's itching like nothing else."

The man held his arm out and PC could feel a wave of nausea rush over him. He had never seen track marks before, and this guy had enough to pass for someone sleeping on a bed of nails.

"You'll get used to it," he said, trying not to look into John's eyes. "A lot of patients have complained of the same thing, don't worry."

The patients fingers wrapped around the IV, never breaking eye contact with PC. "I don't think I can get used to it," he slowly but gently pulled the needle from his arm with such precision he could have passed for the doctor. A small line of blood came from his arm and he applied pressure around it, still holding his mocking gaze.

"Now," John said smoothly. "I think you're going to let me leave."

"What?"

PC could feel the man's fist connecting to his face before he fell to the ground, watching the man make his way to the door. Something strange happened in that moment. The man stopped as if something was going through his mind before Dr. Elias came by, pushing him back into the room and pulling PC out.

"Quite a shiner there," he said. "Looks like we've got a lot of work to do with that one."

I came out of her room with a lot more confidence than the day before. This time she had actually given me an easy time. Well, technically she impersonated a comatose while I was around, not moving or speaking. Girls and their hormones.

"That one's a firecracker!" I said, giving her a lot more credit than she deserved.

"Well," Dr. Cox said, surprising me. "Looks like we've got a lot of work to do with that one."

Author's Rant: Well, there's chapter 2, read review and all that jazz. Chapter 3 should be up soon, I'm working on it as I type...okay...so that was an exaggeration, but I am working on it!