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BOLD= Dr Cox

My Effort

He walked in, pain shooting through him as he hobbled across the hospital floor. He should have stayed at home but that wasn't what he was being paid for. There were sick people, people who needed him and one person in particular who he had his efforts set on impressing. Carla took his arm and smiled.

"Go home Bamby." JD shook his head and sighed.

"Carla, there are sick people okay? People who need me and injured or not, I intend on helping them." She grinned again but this time apologetic and sad.

"JD, please. Go home okay? We'll take care of your patients." He shook his head again, stubborn and intent on staying. Dr Cox walked through the door, as gloomy and unhappy as usual.

"Oh my God Margret can't you go a day without getting in my way. You hurt your ankle and become housebound yet you still manage to make it into work to annoy me." He grabbed his arm and pulled him over to a quiet corner. "Listen, you're practically useless here so even if you stayed, you'd only be getting in the way. Go… please." JD stared at him in amazement.

"You said a nice word. Isn't that a leap for you Perry?" Jordan teased and looked at JD's bandaged ankle. "What happened to limp along Linda?" She asked sarcastically.

"She fell out of bed yet still wants to come to work." She chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen kid, I look for a reason to leave and go home every day so take the chance because we aren't all that lucky okay?" Again, he shook his head.

"No! Look Perry I'm trying to do something that might just actually impress you but it's clearly not good enough. Everything I do could be better. I successfully get through a round; I could have asked more questions. I eat my breakfast; I could've eaten a better cereal. Why is it never good enough? I know I annoy the hell out of you and I'm sorry but maybe that's because you're the closest thing I have to a father figure now." Dr Cox stared at him, wordless, thoughtless, musing over his words.

"JD…" JD cut him off before he could start to talk.

"No, I'm going home. Don't worry; I'll be out of your way."

With that he was gone. There were a million sarcastic comments and names I could have said but I chose not to. I didn't want to push him further than I had and it made me think, Have I pushed him too far?

He didn't come into work the next day. Or the day after. Or the week after and I was beginning to worry. I'd never admit it but I cared. I'd tried ringing but he wasn't answering. I'd been round to his house but he wasn't there. I couldn't think straight. Had I done this? Had I pushed away the only male person in the hospital who actually… respected me? That night, I went round again and this time he answered.

"Oh, it's you." He sighed and stepped aside to let me in. I hid the smile on my face with a cough. I was relieved to see he wasn't dead.

"Look, I know I came down on you pretty hard but if you can't take that crap you'll never make it as a doctor." He scoffed as I spoke.

"So you came here to insult me again." Everything I'd thought about saying sounded sarcastic or insulting; it was a common reflex whilst talking to JD. I'd talked to him that much and I'd been sarcastic that much every word was used negatively. I could turn the word good negative.

"No but it's hard to be…" I paused, thinking over my words. "Nice." He smiled and let a small chuckle escape.

"I know. The reason I haven't been answering my door is because I'm not exactly… mobile. My phone's not plugged in. I'm still not fit for work. I'm coming in next week." I let a small smile stretch my lips.

"I gotta say Nancy; you came down on me pretty hard. You've learnt well from the master huh?" He smiled as I looked over at the kitchen. It wasn't usual of me to offer but this time, it was different. Good different. "You want a drink?" JD smirked and nodded. "Sugar?"

"One." I nodded and went to make coffee. The kitchen was minimalistic and I hadn't been in it since his dad had died. "Wanna watch the game?"

"I don't start work till later, why not?" I saw him smile from the corner of my eye. Why I was being nice? I don't know. I guess his words had hit me harder than I let on. Truth be told I'd still be rude and obnoxious to him but I'd let him enjoy one day of me being nice. He'd earned it.

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