JD's POV

After Cox forced me to take our collective gifts in to him, it had taken a lot of steeling myself as I knew a confrontation would occur and I wasn't in the mood for a shouting match with him. "Hey, we had a little collection for you, do you like muffins?"

"You've been avoiding me."

"That's a bit direct."

"It's a bit true. You can't deny it. I've had Cox in here checking my pulse and chatting aimlessly about his ex wife. I don't care for that really. So go on, why?"

The power of speech left my body at this point; I just stared at the floor, hoping he'd change the subject. Needless to say, he didn't.

"I'll tell you for why. As soon as I confirmed your worst fear, you had to get out. Its fine when it's one sided, but as soon as I showed signs, it was too much. Yes, JD, I heard every word you said whilst I was in a coma. I heard you say how much you needed me and how you thought you cared too much. I felt the hand on top of mine, every night, well what I assume to be night. The breath on my neck as you mumbled in my ear, whilst taking my pulse. My coma wasn't as deep as everyone seems to think." He paused for a moment and all the anger left his face. "It wasn't involuntary muscles spasms when my fingers moved. It drained the life out of me, doing that but it was worth it. I was dreaming, it was a nice dream actually."

"Oh, want to share?"

"I was with my perfect partner; we were lay in bed late on a Sunday morning. The sun was peeking through the curtains, warming the entire room. We were both awake; we'd just been kissing and holding each other. Then we'd made love in the sun light; our sweat stained bodies writhed and ground against each other…" Just listening to him relaying the details was enough to arouse some feeling. "The sun glistened off our skin; we were so aroused by each other when the phone rung… Which was Cox walking in here and I hated it. I hated him. He broke my perfect fantasy. He shattered it into a million pieces and… And I don't know if it can ever be real now…"

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Dr Cox's POV

Of course I found that slacker lingering around the nurse's station, casually eyeing the Janitor's room. "For the love of God, Newbie, go and talk to him. Apologise for whatever has been said that's pushed you so far out of the picture and then you can take him home, wrap him in blankets and make sweet love to him all night long."

"You know what, Cox? I'm not in the mood for your jokes today. It's not like that between me and him, and for the record? He isn't in there, he's gone walkabouts."

I knew the one place he was mostly likely to be hiding, the one place he wouldn't be disturbed; the roof. "Hey, Soft-Scrub, what you doing up here? You should be resting…" He was sat on the ledge, looking down at the ambulances below. "I wanted some peace and quiet. You ever thought about jumping?" He motioned to join him on the ledge.

"Good Lord yes, being married to Jordan, there's only so much you can take. You married?"

"No, who would want to marry me? I'm a lowly janitor who has no friends in this place and no social life. I go home every night and I wish it could be different. I wish but it never comes true." His words trailed off, he no longer seemed so threatening, just depressed. "It's ok for you, you've got an ex wife you're close to, who you trust and presumably love seeing as she's the mother of your child and your popular here. Sure you're not everyone's favourite doctor, but they are your friends. I know if I had that special someone to go home to every night, I wouldn't seriously be considering jumping…"

"Hey Soft-Scrub, that's not happening on my watch. I mean for starters, who would we get to clean up the mess?" He mustered a slight smile and then sighed.

"It's not that I can find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough. I don't know how much more I can take of this."

"How about we go in and get a coffee, just you and me, we'll have a chat?" He shook his head slowly, his gaze lingered on the small park the other side of the car park. "Ok, how about a walk in the park?" Again he shook his head. "We'll play it your way then, Lurch." He smiled gently, revealing the hurt that he'd been carrying around with him for god knows how long. "Do you remember that patient you brought to me, you found her in a stairwell? She collapsed and it turned out she'd had a mild heart attack induced by stress?"

"Mrs Baker?"

"No."

"Rosie Ashcroft, Debbie Palmer, Charlotte Moore?"

"No and how many women have you come across in stairwells?!"

"Many, but it would be ungentle-manly of me to tell what became of them." The wink that followed would have charmed the birds from the trees. "I think I know who you mean, Rhiannon Logan?"

"Yeah, that's the one. What ever happened to her?"

"You're the Doc…"

"You were the one in charge of seeing her off the premises, seeing as she took a liking to you."

"Oh she took more than that…" Once more with the wink and I could see why she'd swooned after him. "We hit it off, what more can I say?"

"And?"

"And we screwed in my cleaning closet, your office, the toilets, the rest room and up here…" His flawless grin appeared.

"Firstly, why did you do the nasty in my office and secondly, I didn't think you were a kiss and tell kinda guy?!"

"When you have a mad sex marathon like that? You change your mind, quickly."

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JD's POV

Cox and the Janitor had been gone an awfully long time when they wandered around the corner. "Where've you two been? Everyone was wondering…"

"What Caroline here meant to say was that he'd missed us, which is flattery at its greatest, agree?" Cox looked at him and they both grinned. "Now, if you don't mind, I wanna finish talking to my patient and above all, my friend." They spoke at length, without allowing anyone else in the room. When I popped my head around the door Cox finished "Well, you're certainly making a quick recovery, I would like to keep you in a little longer though, just to keep an eye on your wounds. Can we help you, Sophia?"

"No, it doesn't matter anymore." They carried on talking and laughing as I left.

After he'd got a bit of rest, Elliot ok-ed it with his new best friend Cox to go in and see him. "Hey, you gave us a bit of a scare when you were admitted…"

"Yeah, sorry about that, I always was one for grand arrivals." They smiled gently at each other. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better thanks, not 100% just yet but you can't keep a good guy down, or something." His smile widened slightly. "These are from Turk and Carla." She told him softly, handing over a bunch of flowers. The card read hey Soft Scrub, hope you get well soon, Turk misses watching you tease JD, boys eh? Take care and we'll see you soon, Turk and Carla. "And these are from me." She laid a box of chocolates down in front of him and handed him another bunch of flowers. "I'm glad you're ok though, I'd hate to think what it would be like without you around here." He smiled as she leant forward, wrapping her arms around him. He instinctively copied her, silently inhaling her familiar scent as he did so. They both planted a kiss on the others cheek, his hand ran along her back and pulled her momentarily closer. "JD is giving me the evil eye…"

"Sod him." She murmured effortlessly, kissing him on the lips. I felt the burning anger rising from my stomach, lodging itself in my throat.

I hated the fact that all of a sudden they were so close, everyone knew about his overwhelming crush on her, apart from Elliot herself it seemed. He told her he was tired and wanted to rest, so she left him to his slumbers. I still felt the grip of insane jealousy.

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