A/N Hey guys, I know I make lots of errors and stuff but I don't have anyone to proofread my stuff at the moment, and I wanna update as soon as I can. So I'm really sorry about all the typos, I'm trying to be as careful as possible. Here is the next installment, I hope its ok. Please keep reviewing, it REALLY helps with staying on task.

JD's POV- at the time of the accident

I just need to get the hell out of this place. Go home; take a warm bath and sleep. Maybe mmmm I hope I still have that mango body butter at home. Imagines lying in a tub of mango body butter, licking it off the side off the tub. God, I need some time to myself. Its not like giving my time to others has done any good. OK just stop JD, thinking about what kind a total failure you are isn't helping anyone. Just go home and things will be okay in the morning.

Ahh…Sasha (scooter)…you're always waiting for me. At least you love me, you never let me down.

(The chain that's hooked onto a pole behind the scooter yanks and JD goes flying off his seat)

Except for today…Oh God oh God this is going to hurt!

BANG

I think I was out for a few seconds. I'm pretty sure I hit the truck but I don't remember doing it. Everything hurts. I might be on fire, or is that my chest. I can't tell. Definitely broken a few ribs, there is just no way I haven't. God, it hurts. I can't breathe.

"JD!"

Is that the Janitor? I think I asked that out loud. Of course it is the Janitor; this was all part of the prank. He must be so smug right now. Gotta give him credit, he went all out this time. My voice sounds weird; I meant that to be much louder. I do sound like a girl sometimes. I'm so glad Dr Cox isn't here right now. Wow…pain…everywhere.

My mouth feels funny, like someone melted copper into my it. That's blood! Not good. Pain everywhere, mouth bleeding equals very bad for JD. What else is wrong? There's gravel under my butt, my leg...really hurts, stomach hurts, head hurts, arm hurts…I think my eye brows even hurt. I should panic at this point, but strangely, I find all this comical. I mean what a way to end the crappiest day of all. Someone up there REALLY hates me.

Oh…Janitor is still talking. What? Oh, of course I'm hurt, what is he blind? I don't have the strength to insult him right now, though I'd be within my right to. Wow, words aren't forming right at the moment, what with all the coughing up blood and lack of breathing. I'm so screwed, its not even funny. Well, maybe a little funny. I must be concussed; I'm finding my possible death funny. Although, given the conclusion of the day's events, can you blame me? Crappy personal life, crappy professional life, crappy relationship with family and now with friends. I've got all the motivations to jump off a cliff, but it looks like I don't need to bother. Maybe someone up there is doing me a favor, who knows.

Oh good, more people are here. I'm trying to open my eyes to see what's going on, but that makes me feel icky. Hmm, being lifted by a bunch of people is strange, and really painful. Its like being carried away in a concert, but more organized, and makes you feel like crap instead of on top of the world.

I see the Janitor standing next to the stretcher, explaining what happened to some doctor who I've met but don't remember the name of. He looks scared; maybe he thinks he's getting fired. I hope not, I know he didn't mean all this to happen. He's crazy but not murderous. He looks seriously freaked out though. I feel bad for him; it always sucks when pranks go down badly. Maybe I should tell him that its ok. But then I don't think I have the strength right now. Maybe later, if there is a later.

We're in the hospital now, and Turk and Carla have just emerged above me. Wow, its weird to see people from this angle. You can see up their nose. Turk looks scared too. I've never seen him like this. That worries me just a little bit. Not so much for myself, which in itself is disturbing, but for him. I don't know, I don't associate that look with my c-bear much, so it makes me anxious. I feel the need to reassure him. I give him a small wave with my good arm and smile just a little. He seems to get the message that I'm ok. I don't know if he believes me, but I guess it helps him in some way. Carla is saying something but all of a sudden I can't hear her. Then my vision begins to blur and I know I'm going to pass out. The last thing I see before everything goes blank is Carla's sad eyes. Don't be sad Carla, everything is okay.

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Dr Cox

No No No Dammit Newbie. You are not going to do this to me. Do you hear me? No dying! Come on, you make that heart of yours work or I swear to god, I'll call you every girls name in the world right here right now. This damn defibulator is messed up. All its doing is making your body jerk, that for some reason bothers me. You look so lifeless right now. You're always so girlie and energetic, you lying like this lifeless, being electrocuted by this machine just doesn't seem right. You my friend are the most annoying human being in the world, you talk till I want to kill myself, zone out and go on tangents during my rants, follow me everywhere, tell me how to make my life better and most of all force me to care about you. So now you win okay. I do care about you, so be a good giel and own up to it. Don't lay there like a sack of potatoes. "Breathe Damn you! JD, Breathe!" I can't help it, the more I use this darn device, the more I find the chances of you making it slip by. Come on! Come on, do something….

"Yes!" Barbie says in her annoying shrill voice. "There is a heart beat. BP stabilizing, so is the heart beat." I'm so relived, I might just hurl. My hands fly to the back of my head. That was close.

"Prep him for Surgery, I'll go tell Gandhi."

There is Gandhi staring up at me from the observation window.

As I walk towards him, I'm overwhelmed by how close we came to loosing one of the most talented doctors and the most frustratingly caring man I've ever had the privilege to meet.

"Oh Ghandaru, you girlfriend is stable, its your turn to do your thing. Don't screw this up, or I will kill you." I'm not joking this time; I don't want to think about JD dying. After Ben, he's the only one I can actually rely on; life is not going to screw me over one more time. Its just not how things are supposed to work.

Now, where is that Janitor, he's got some explaining to do? It better be good because this time, I'm going to skin him alive, if I find out that he did this on purpose.

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Turk

I don't even mind that Doctor Cox threatened me, honestly I feel the same way. I might not be able to survive if something happened to JD. I need him, so much more than I ever realized. He has been the most constant thing in my life. He's the guy that knows me better than anyone else in the world. He's the one I go to when Carla and I have issues, he's the one I go to when I need to forget about diabetes and work related tress. He makes me feel good about myself when I'm insecure. In fact, I respect his opinion above all. I care about what he thinks of me and of all people; he's the one person I can't afford to disappoint.

I'm afraid it's too late for that. I have disappointed him as a friend, and I can never forgive myself for that. How could I forget all the crap he's put himself through for my sake. When Carla and I got married, I should have been the one to move out. After all, I was subletting the apartment from him, but he never even asked. He moved out, because he wanted to give me and Carla space. He even lived in a freaking tent after Elliot made him move out. He was essentially homeless because of me and Carla, but he never even blamed us for it. What do I do in return? I have a bed pan race with Elliot because I'm to tired of being a friend to the one guy in the world, I should have been ready to give anything for. Some best friend I turned out to be. And now, he might just be on his death bed, and I have the power to save him or possibly kill him. I can't let him down this time though. He's going to be fine! Nothing is going to happen to my Vanilla Bear.

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Janitor

I can't seem to stop shaking. I've been sitting outside the OR for almost an hour now, and my stupid hands are shaking as if I had a bath in coffee. I haven't even had a single cup today. Weird. Kelso has walked by a couple of times and yelled about something that needs to be cleaned. I can't seem to get up. Not that I want to, but even if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to. Blonde doctor and Carla keep dropping in every five minutes. I bet they aren't getting any work done like this either. Oh well, at least I'm not the only one. But then, I'm responsible for all this mess, I don't have to compare myself to these guys. They don't have to deal with the kind of guilt I feel. I'm going straight to hell for this one. The sad part is, I don't even know why I tortured him so much. I guess it was my twisted way of reaching out to him. He seemed to be the only one who actually wanted me to be friends with him. Even though he was a high and mighty doctor. Its not because he wants to be liked either, he actually cares about most people. I guess its some weird childhood insecurity of his, that he is always compelled to make friends where ever he goes. But I always knew that he is just that sort of person, the good kind, who keeps trying to work on a relationship no matter how bizarre or painful it is. Its not like I didn't know that he always had this strange hope that we could be friends, I liked to play with it most of the time. Underneath it all though, I always though that this was the basis of our friendship. This game we played. Now, its not a game anymore. I may have killed him and in dong that I've most probably lost my job, my freedom and worst of all, a really genuine friend. He won't even get to find out that I liked him. I really did. I just showed it in a way that was…lets just say unconventional. Its weird how he's stuck with people who express their affection in hurtful ways. I always tried to brake his spirit and hurt him physically, Cox always berated him and tried to squash his self esteem and Blonde doctor dangles herself in front of him only to be with someone else. I mean come on, we all know they both like each other, but they just don't seem to realize it. His life must suck, and I never made it easier.

Cox is coming this way, he looks pissed off. His eyes are so angry; I physically squirm underneath his gaze.

"You rat bastard what the hell did you do! What is this some big joke? Did you fry your brain in the heat and imagine that Lillian is a broom that you managed to sweep the floor with after you crushed his body so tat it would swell up to fit your giant hand? Why don't you do this whole hospital a favor and get a real good psyche examination. Because I'm no expert, but I'm thinking killing someone for the kicks might be a little bit wacko. Maybe that square shaped head of yours doesn't know how to deal with how truly worthless your actual job is, so it made up this imaginary world in which torturing Kelly has become your new job in life. I don't know. But I do know one thing, if that kid doesn't survive, I can guarantee one thing for sure, you're not going to be mopping the insides of a very small, very stinky prison cell for the rest of your miserable life."

Wow, how does he talk that fast for that long and still look that scary. I can't blame him though. I've been thinking the same thing ever since this whole nightmare began. I don't even know what to say to him. So I just lower my gaze and nod. I'm so sorry about this; I don't think there is any way to be more sorry. God what have I done?

A/N: I hope its ok. As always, please review so that I know where you guys stand about the chapter.