Author's Note: so, here is the next update. Sorry it took so long, but it looks like I'll only be able to update once a month now… sorry for the inconvenience, but thanks to your guys' reviews, I'm actually probably going to finish this story! So please keep it coming and thank you for your comments. I know I don't respond to all of you (it's a time issue) and I'm sorry…

On another note: Thank you, everyone that suggested a rate changing. I am going to change this to T, on account of it being a wee to graphic for the young'ens. Thanks again.

Also: I am going to answer some critiques a few reviews pointed out. (Thank you, to all who did! It's nice to know you are reading and criticizing, but still like it enough to continue on!)

One reviewer mentioned that a phones battery should last at least two days: man, are you lucky? I'm happy if my phone last two HOURS, let alone two DAYS. I suppose you can surmise that JD's phone is at least two years old (how old mine is) and that he didn't charge it the day before (as it says in this chapter) also, the two hours of calling can't have been good for it… ;) they also pointed out that I said "bum" instead of "ass". I know this may sound strange, considering the other swearing in that chapter, but I can't imagine JD saying ass. Other words? Sure, but not ass. JD always says bum or things like that, so I just can't imagine him saying anything else. If I do have him saying it, it is very far in few. :)

Another wonderful reviewer pointed out that JD was a bit OOC with his cursing the last chapter, I agree. This chapter, I tried to tune it down, but I was just trying to imagine how I would react to the situation. Obviously, JD and I are two different animals. ;)

And, to canyonlands girl: I'm glad you like my witty one liners. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this chapter. (Shows, cable boxes, cars, certain delicious cheeseburgers and beverages, or anything of the like…) I also don't own Scrubs. What I do own is Ava though! …not that that's much fun. She can't drive me places, be eye candy, or taste delicious…


-Chapter 4: Knight in Spanish Armor-

My phone is dead.

Dead.

Of course it's dead. It would be too easy if there just happened to be a SLIVER of battery left. Yeah, that'd be WAY too easy. Because everything has to be TERRIBLE FOR ME!

…This time I know I screamed, my anger and frustration mingled with the pain and damnation this time. How can it have gotten this bad? All the moving I did has caused me to bleed more, and it's so cold, that I have surpassed shivering, and become warm… which definitely isn't a good thing.

I sit and breath heavily, for what I'm sure is a long time, (yet another sign that I'm not okay) contemplating what I should do next. There's nothing I can do. I can't call anyone, and unless I magically stop bleeding profusely, I'm not just gonna stand up and walk away…

Or maybe I am?

That Wendy's can't be far away, I know it's not. Plus, if I remember right, the ravine slopes up, and is right next to the Drive-thru window… maybe they would see me if I made it up there… or maybe they could hear me if I shouted…

That is, if I could even manage to breath, let alone hike up to Wendy's.

I can't. I can't walk, I can't breathe, I can't do anything. I'm a pathetic waste of space, and I should probably die down here. I'm not even a good doctor. I'm girly, and annoying, and my friends don't even like me. Why am I even still alive? Just so I could be tortured a LITTLE more before I die? That's comforting.

I manage to make myself role over, on to my back, and (after a few agonizing minutes) I'm now looking up into the falling snow. I toss my head and look to my left, where I left a huge red imprint of where I was, minutes ago.

I'm losing too much blood, I think to myself. I know. But what can I do?

Move. Walk. Get saved, you idiot.

But I can't. It hurts way too much.

You know what Dr. Cox would say about this.

He would say I was a girl, and then order me around. Not much different than any other day.

Exactly, now, listen to Dr. Cox.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

Stupid mind. It really doesn't believe that I can't. "Listen to Dr. Cox." Scoff, please. I'd like to see Dr. Cox nose dive off a cliff, and then run a triathlon (which I can't do in NORMAL circumstances.)

But, despite what I was thinking, I found myself pushing up with my good arm (well, better arm), and trying to balance on the left leg.

I'm standing.

I'm fucking standing.

Awesome.

Now it's time to start moving. My breath is coming in short gasps, and all of my ribs scream for me to stop, but I see it. I fucking see it!

No, not the Wendy's, but the lights, I can see the Wendy's lights. Oh god, I need help. I do, so badly. The blood is dripping badly from all of my injuries, and I know I won't last long.

I put all my weight on my left leg, and dare to put some weight on my dislocated/imbedded right one. Pain shoots through my entire right side, but I try to ignore it, and limp quickly back to my left leg.

For a pretty screwed-to-hell guy, I'm movin' along pretty fast, if I do say so myself. I try to pace myself, but I'm not very good at it. All I keep thinking is how close I am to getting out of this stupid hole.

I see the top of the roof, and I practically scream out in joy. (And maybe a few other things) just a little further, I tell myself.

Just a little-


Ava Stout was not a night person. She hated having to work the night shift at her job, because she knew sleep was what kept her from killing most people. Wendy's was not exactly her dream job, and she hated that most of the customers were jerks. I mean really, you're at a fast food place, not a fancy four star restaurant, you can expect your food to be a little on the weird side.

There were some customers she liked though. One that stood out in her mind was the doctor that was a regular. His name was JD, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't have a little crush on him. It was hard not to, really. First: he was a doctor, second: he's kinda cute (in a dorky way), and third: he's very sweet. Who wouldn't like him?

He usually came every Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Today was Tuesday. Why hadn't he come? Maybe he was busy? Went out with his friends?

She doubted it. He had told her how he and his friends weren't exactly getting along these days, (which had of course made her very sympathetic. Maybe he was just aiming for pity sex?) and she didn't think he would be going out with them, if they weren't getting along.

But, she simply let the topic go, traveling to more important things, like the episode of House; M.D. that she had waiting for her at home, on her DVR. After all, he was just a customer, and it wasn't like he was dieing or something.


I came back into consciousness. That's always good sign. I find myself wondering how long I've been out. Considering it's still dark (and still very cold) it could have been a few minutes, or I could have slept through a whole day. Considering how far gone I feel at the moment, the latter doesn't seem too far fetched.

I tried to orientate myself, tried to remember how I had gotten out of the car, or hell, even WHY.

After a few moments, I still have nothing though. Why did I leave the car? Where was my cell phone? Why couldn't I hear sirens just down the street? …because I didn't call them. That's why. Because my phone died, I remember.

Damn me! I knew I should have charged it last night! But that still doesn't answer why I am out and about in this horrible death trap called weather.

But suddenly, I hear sounds. Sounds that sound oddly like a person. Then my memories come flooding back. The Wendy's!

There's someone here!


Ava cursed to herself as she, once again, stumbled on a pothole in the parking lot.

"Damn! Stupid Arnold Schwarzenegger! I thought he was supposed to be fixing these stupid things…"

She continued her trudge to her 5 year old Nissan Sentra, wondering why she had been determined to park as far as she possibly could from her work place.

"Oh yeah: because stupid Zack stole my parking space, AGAIN. I swear, next time? I'm just keyin' the damn thing, video surveillance be damned-"

She quieted her voice suddenly. What was that? It sounded like a grunt. An animal maybe? Or maybe a zombie?

She shivered at the thought. She was somewhat compulsive about zombies, as strange as that seemed. She agonized over what to do, if there was ever the occurrence of said supernatural beings.

Why? Why, why, why? The one day I don't bring my baseball bat… but she tried to consol herself, to eradicate her irrational fear…

There it was again! Some kind of grunt/moan hybrid. It sounded like it came from the ravine… she walked slowly to the edge of the ravine, past her car.

"I swear to god, if it's some floozy couple going at it, I am SO going to ruin their fun… permanently." She didn't think it wise to walk so close to the edge (because the pretty girls, and the minorities are always the first to go in the movies… and she was both.) but part of her needed to figure out what had made the noise.

Another grunt emanated from a dark area on the ground only a few feet below her. It looked as if it had been trying to climb up the slope…

Then she saw a tuft of unmistakable, unruly black hair.

"Dios Mio… JD!"

If he really did want pity sex, he was taking it a little too far.


"Damn! Stupid Arnold Schwarzenegger!"

I know that voice. It's so familiar…

"I thought he was supposed to be fixing these stupid things…"

I know that voice… Ava! Ava, the counter girl!

"Oh yeah: because stupid Zack stole my parking space, AGAIN"

Oh god, she's coming this way! I have to get her attention. I thought quickly about trying to stand up, but if I was able to do that, I would already have been inside eating a Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe, with fries, and a Dr. Pepper.

So I did the next best thing:

I grunted.

Okay, moaned is more like it, but "grunted" is much more manly.

Please, please god, hear me…

"I swear, next time? I'm just keyin' the damn thing, video surveillance be damned-…"

She heard me. She heard me! Thank you, god!

I few more grunts here and there, and I can finally see her. I want to jump up and down, I want to laugh and hug her, but all I manage to do is lay there and stare.

"Dios Mio… JD!"

And then all goes black.


Yay! Our JD dearest is going to beh saved! And by someone no one would have guessed. (Mostly because no one knew who she was…) :P

R&R please. :)