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Author's Note: Here's chapter 4, I think I'm the most proud of this intro out of any of my chapters so far, it's the first real time I try writing Turk's character (harder than I thought.) Chapter 5 has already been written, so it shall be up soon. Read on! And please, remember to review.

Chapter 4

Everytime I raise my voice at Dr. Cox I can't help but feel this rush of guilt, especially knowing that he could be right. There was only one person I knew I could turn to in this situation.

"What's up my brother from another mother?"

"Hey Jizzle Dizzle, what brings you through surgery today?"

"I gotta ask you something, Turk." I said, and we went to the waiting room chairs. "Turk, how do you do it?"

Turk stared at me for a moment. "Well, JD, when a man and woman are very much in love..."

"No, not that," I said quickly. "The whole 'not getting attatched to your patients' thing. Like right now, you still have some guys blood on your scrubs and you don't seem to care. How do you do that?"

"Because I can't," he responded. "When a patient is on that table he could live or die, regardless of how good a job I do. I mean, I care about the patients, but if I get to know them it could jeopardize the surgery, my career, even their life.

"But you, you're a doctor. You're name tag even says 'care-giver'."

"Oh, but that's just because I used Carla's glitter pen to write it," I said, flashing where I had written 'JD, care-giver, doctor extraordinare.'

"Forget about that, you have to care is what I'm saying. You just can't start seeing the patient as someone that they aren't."

In that moment I realized what I would have to do.

"Dr. Cox, I want you to take this patient," I said, all but throwing the chart at him. He stared me down for a moment.

"No."

Careful JD, now is not the time to ramble, don't cry, focus...

"ButDrCoxifIhavetokeepthispatientIthinkI'mgoingtobecomeattatched
andit'llputherlifeindangerandIdon'twantto..."

"Dear God, Barbara," he said, interrupting me. "Breathe."

I took a deep, unintentionally exaggerated breathe.

"Good girl. Now I want you to answer two questions for me. One, are you seriously attempting to abandon your patient on me."

I sighed. "I didn't think of it as abandoning."

"Exactly, you didn't think. Because you know something, I can guarantee that that is what she'll see it as when I have to walk in and tell her sorry, but your doctor was to incompetent to keep you. I'll be seein' ya in the morgue."

I groaned, taking back the chart and waving it at him once.

"And before you go, I have one more question, Jill."

"What is that?"

"What the hell did you do to your badge?"

I looked at the gold glitter and back at Dr. Cox. "It's glitter pen, good day to you sir."

"Say it," Carla said to Dr. Cox.

"He-is-such-a-girl!" He groaned back at her. "Why do the weird ones always cling to me, no offense Carla."

"None taken, but watch it."

The two shared an awkward laugh.

"Do I have to remind you, Per, that you used to be basically the same kid?"

"Please Carla, for the love of all things good and holy, don't."

"You're late," barked the voice of the new chief-of-medicine, Bob Kelso. PC looked at his shoes and mumbled something about traffic. Dr. Elias rounded the corner, his mood much different from when Dr. Morris was still around.

"Look, Bobbo," he said. "Back off my intern, I told him when to be here and he's here on time by my watch. So you can go back to your comfortable, high-and-mighty chief's office because you haven't earned enough respect down here to keep your brownie points in a level where we'll let you yell at us."

Dr. Kelso looked as though a vessel in his head might pop, which there was no better place for that to happen than the hospital. "Very well, just don't do it again." They watched Dr. Kelso walk back into his office slamming the door.

"You're late, Perry," Dr. Elias said.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"No problem, follow me." Dr. Elias walked towards the patients room. John was sitting on his bed, frantically talking into the phone. "He's been hallucinating most of the night. He was singing into his clock earlier, now he's talking on the phone with a nurse under the impression that he's delivering a James Bond style coded message. What do you think we should do with him?"

"CAT scan to look for possible drug induced brain damage?"

"Right, if it were still Dr. Morris here, that will never fly with this jackass. The best advice I can think would be to have you stay here and disconnect the phone. That poor Nurse Espinoza has been listening to him all night."

"I'll get on it," PC said, happy to help out Carla.

"And Perry," Dr. Elias shouted. "When Kelso asks where I am, just say I'm with a patient."

"Where will you be?"

"I'm setting up the CAT scan."

I'm walking into a boxing ring surrounded by cheering fans. Clapping sarcastically across from me is Jace, who pounds her fists together, shouting "ready for round two?"

"What?" I say, snapping out of it. Jace raised an eyebrow.

"I said are you ready for round two? I figured I had chased you away last night," she said, not even trying to suppress her chuckle.

"Me? Run away, never." Jace smiled and I realized that there was something I should talk to her about, something that would make things between the two of us so much easier.

"Jace, we need to talk..."

Author's Rant:
Dun dun dun, what is he talking about? Only I know...and the select few who have beta'd me on this, but suspense!