A/N: Okay, can I point out that there was a longer BETAD version of the last chapter, but I uploaded the wrong file and you all witnessed my horrendous spelling and grammar. So, very sorry and oh my God 14 reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HEART YEW ALL:hugs individually:

Faniefanfan: Ah thank you xD I was a little worried about this chapter, even hen it hadn't been cut short!!! Aw there there. It's really annoying when fics are abandoned, isn't it :( I refuse to abandon fics. They are my children and Castaway and the story myself and taby42 are working on has not been abandoned, they are simply on hold xD

Tasukisfoxx: Aw thank you:blushes: here's the update :blushes more:

Shaitanah: xD yes. Poor Dr Cox. I kind of amazed myself with how I was going to carry this on lol.

The pills go in your mouth:drags JD back: Don't worry. I love JD too much to kill him which is different from the show WHO IS RUMOURED TO BE KILLING HIM OFF BY SUICIDE:breathes: Sorry. I'm good. He is very worried lol - I tend to go to lemons for comfort so maybe I'll get someone to teach him taht lemons work xD

Rithralinde: Sorry... on the bright side, I present you with a lemon and a new chapter xD

Rithralinde: Oh, hi again lol, Yay thanks xD Glad you liked it xD
Rithralinde: Ah yes. I thought I did. Oh well lol you know what I mean, right?

spoon wielder: I know, it's bad isn't him. Someone I know lol has set up a campaign to fire Kim and to save JD though apparently a main character whose a female and has been in the show since season 1 will be killed off. So, hopefully Kim will die. But then JD will find out about the baby and then it'll be very sad.

Diciple Of Ares: SPLE!? What the hell does that mean lol? xD Can I have some...:makes a grab:O fine! Run away!

physocotic KAT: Oh, hell yea to both statements lol.

JDog's biotch: Yea xD Yes. Poor poor boys :( aw thank you xD I totally agree with you there - did you read the blog on the myspace? Aw thanks again xD DON'T FALL OFF!

Dereksbabygirl:O Don't die! I'll feel guilty! Here yew go!

rabid-squirell-3: It's okay, I... oh... lol. OH! I think I recognise that name:slaps table: Where have I seen taht name before?! Totally ingeneous xD :O NO NOT CLOWNS! THEY TERRIFY ME!

Souless-tears: NO! HE CAN'T AND... Newbie? You're not JC McGinely or however you spell his name in disguise are you...? If so, can I have an autograph...?Oooh, cookies are just as good xD Lol, your waiting has rewarded you.

ereganto-tatsu-namida: Okay, you also have to explain your name lol. Did I spell it right? Oh, same here, I'd be inconsolable. It's the same with David leaving Doctor Who. I cried for hours and he's still got a series and a half left. Aw thanks xD Thank you so much xD Here's the updation xD

Okay, is that everyone? Lol, thanks very much guys xD

(JD)

Being thrown roughly over someone's shoulder, who then proceeds into running is probably the most dreadful experience of my life. It sucks particularly because I'm too out of it to defend myself or call for help, but I'm certainly not out of it enough to not feel anything.

To be honest I wish I was.

Gah, well this is agony in a nutshell.

When I could actually open my eyes without feeling unbearably nauseas, I saw his man's face... well... I saw a balaclava, but it definitely wasn't Jacob or whatever his name is.

Why can't these guys just leave me alone? What have I done wrong? Am I that much of an easy target?

Also, why is Doctor Cox blaming himself for all of this?

Maybe it is a good idea I'm going after all...

x-X-x

(Dr Cox)

Something inside of me suddenly snaps and before I know it, I'm tearing into Newbie's room and I somehow end up getting there first. Either I'm an extremely fast runner, or the staff here are particularly incompetent. I'd go with both personally, but anyway. When I finally get to his room he's... what the hell? He's gone!

There's no panic, there's no gasping Newbie, there's no... anything really. The bed's just empty and the heart monitor has simply been disconnected.

"What... the hell!?" a doctor near yells from behind me.

"He's gone..." I state simply, turning to face him, "Get your arse in gear and find him. Wherever he is, he can't have gone far, I was in here ten minutes ago and how the hell could he have left when sedated!?" God, I'm nearly yelling this at the baffled doctor. He looks absolutely terrified. GOOD!

"I... er..." he stutters. Oh do get on with it, " I, well... he can't have gotten out on his own."

"Oh, I get it," I say sarcastically, "So, he called one of his little friends to smuggle him out of here? Is that what you're saying?" As I say this, I suddenly realise I'm answering my own question. I'm just not going to let girly here know that.

"Well... no, not by free will. You said he was injured in a... feud... right?"

"No, I didn't. It's on the chart you idiot. 'Stabbed by madman on the loose - could be a danger to himself and others'."

He looked confused, "It didn't say that..."

"Well, I do. Now, just carry on with what you were saying. You're wasting my time here, so you have... five seconds."

"Well..." he started.

"Four..."

"What if...?"

"Three..."

"They continued to..."

"Two..."

"Follow him, to carry on. Or finish what they started?"

"One. Ring a ding ding. You realise that I knew that already and I was just testing you and for the love of God, intern, that was rubbish!" I say angrily, before walking straight past him and out of the door, "And turn that damn monitor off, we're attracting attention!"

The man just stood there for a moment before calling after me, "I'm an attendant...!"

x-X-x

(JD again - sorry for the changes in POV)

I guess I must have blacked out at some point, because all of a sudden, I'm on the floor... a very cold floor. In fact a very very cold floor. Hell, for all I know, I was hallucinating and fell out of bed. Yea... that's what happened... But then again... maybe what happened really did happen and the balaclava guys have decided that they like me. And not in a good way.

I slowly peel one eye open. Easier said than done... I feel almost like an elephant is sitting on my eyelid, but the jokes on them, 'cause I manage to open them and keep them open. Go me!

As I stare numbly ahead, taking in the detail of the cracked stone floor. Where the hell am I? And speaking of staring numbly somewhere... I'm also just completely numb. There's absolutely no feeling in me apart from the penetrating cold to my left cheek which was touching the floor.

Okay, this isn't good...

It suddenly comes to my awareness that I'm on my front, and my stomach is gradually turning into ice and the floor really isn't that comfortable... in some places I could mention. I plant my palms flat on the floor and force my relaxed muscles to push my body up off of the floor and to sit properly upright, leaning back against the wall.

I grimace as a slight pain in my stomach flare up, but it's manageable. What the hell have they done to me, I shouldn't be feeling this calm and so.. not... in pain... from a knife. That's probably what scares me the most. I should know what this is, but I'm not thinking straight at all here... Ack.

I bury my head in my knees and it was then I realised that I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved top... when did I change? I don't remember anything at all... Doctor Cox is going to kill me though...

And I don't have a clue why... I know I should, I really do, but I just can't... it's like trying to cup water in your hands for a pro-longed period.

I just want to go home and...

A door suddenly opens from somewhere to the right of me and I instinctivly tense up as a pair of hands shoot out of nowhere and force me to my feet. Oh God, now I can feel something...

I double over as the fire in my side rises up again, but someone catches me and forces me upright again. I cough and heave unbearably from the pain, but my captors show no mercy as they proceed to drag me down a corridor. I carry on coughing, which causes strain on my abdomen doubled up with the dragging sensation and I can see black creeping up on my vision. I can feel bile pooling at the back of my throat, though throwing up in my current position would not be a very good idea right now.

The next thing I know, I'm on my knees on a softer, warmer floor and I attempt to lock my knees o prevent myself from toppling over. Yet another balaclava guy sticks his face in mine and I can tell by the cold look of hatred in his brown eyes that there was going to be trouble...

More trouble than I could possibly imagine.

x-X-x

Crap ending... hmmm... I'm not all that happy with this chapter to be honest, but I can't think of what else to put! x-X-x

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