Turk stood staring down at JD in shock while Carla brought him round.

"What the hell has gotten into you today? How could you hit JD like that???"

Turk still said nothing, he could barely move.

"Turk?!!"

Carla's shouting brought both Turk and JD back to life.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I really am... JD? JD? Is he coming round?" Turk rushed towards his best friend, kneeling to get a better look at his head.

"I'm sorry dude, I'm so sorry"

I felt what I can only guess as Turk grabbing me by the shoulders. I was pulled into a sitting position only to hear a rather muffled Carla telling him to be careful.

"He might have concussion, he hit his head pretty hard."

Typical Carla, always telling people what to do, anyway why am I... Wait a minute... Turk hit me.

Suddenly JD focused his eyes remembering what had happened.

"JD, dude, you ok?"

For some reason I felt this overwhelming urge to get away from Turk. I knew he didn't mean to hit me, I suppose it was just defense mechanism. But I backed away none the less.

"JD? Please, I'm not gonna hurt you man, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that."

I managed to regain my balance enough to stand up. The world still seemed fuzzy and wobbly but I managed it.

"Bambi, sit down. You should not be moving around yet, I need to check you for concussion."

Always telling people what to do.

"JD, we need to talk about this. I'm sorry man!"

"It's ok" It's ok? That's all I could come up with? It's ok? No it's not ok. You just punched me. And now I'm walking away! I can barely stand for God's sake. Keep walking JD, keep walking, ow my head hurts. I wonder what they're talking about right now.

"Baby, I should go after him. I need to explain."

"Turk, you know he'll only listen when he's ready." Carla put a comforting hand on his shoulder and grabbed his hand. She led him to the nearest seat. "Sit down, baby... now at this moment I am more concerned about you. JD will be fine, but something's going on with you. What is it?"

"I've just had the worst damn day. One of my patients died in surgery, the son's talkin' about suing, then I got a call to say that my dad's dyin'. It's just been all bad news. I'm stressed out."

Up until that point Carla had been sympathetically nodding, purely to humour her husband, after all, doctors dealt with death day in day out. But his father? That wasn't right.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry, when we're you gonna tell me?"

"Just before JD came in to tell me about tonight. That was kinda the last straw. I really needed a night out of this damn hospital where I could just talk."

"You know you can always talk to me don't you, Turk?"

"Of course, baby. But you know it's different with JD. He doesn't make conversation, he just... listens." Turk looked towards his wife sheepishly.

"I listen too, Turk!"

"I know you do, baby... I know you do."

The couple sat quietly for a few minutes, each contemplating their own thoughts on the situation. Then Carla spoke again.

"So, are you going to go and see him?"

"I dunno. I dunno what to do. I've not seen him in such a long time... it would be like visiting a stranger rather than my dad. I don't even know if he'd wanna see me. "

"He's your father Turk, he'd have to be mad not to want to see you. Remember, it's you who won't forgive him...not the other way around... Sweetie, just have a good think about this. I don't wanna push you into making a decision too quickly, but I think if you don't see him, you'll always wish you had. Put the past aside hey?"

Another moment of silence passed between the pair which was then interrupted by Carla's pager.

"Oops, sorry baby, I gotta run." She kissed him quickly on the cheek, as she dashed out of the room Turk vaguely made out the words "Think about what I said, Oh and apologise to JD! He'll understand."

I sure hope so.

"Oh Lucy, look at the state of you." Oh God, Dr. Cox. "Been spending too much time in front of the mirror dancing, complete with tank top and hotpants have we that we are too tired to stand up without the aid of the reception desk? Come on, Newbie, get it together. Or else I might be forced to fork out enough money – from my own pocket I may add – to send you to that little girl's ballet summer camp you've always wanted to go on, purely to get you out of my way."

Cox moved closer to JD curious as to why he seemed to be getting no reaction from his protege. Grabbing him by the shoulder he started to turn him around "Oh sweetcheeks, I see we've also been painting our face pretty colours to make you look more feminine than-"

Dr Cox cut himself short when he saw blood dripping from the side of JD's head.

"Has someone been having cat fights Susan?" Shut up Cox

JD started to walk away from his mentor. Dr Cox noticed immediately that JD was unsteady but decided to let him walk on anyway just out of spite.

"So Susan, did a patient do that?" He actually sounds concerned.

"No."

"Then who did?"

"Doesn't matter" I felt myself wobbling, I didn't know how much further my legs would take me. Damn you legs. All of a sudden I felt a huge wave of nausea sweep over me, I must have stopped walking because Dr Cox was all of a sudden next to me.

"I think you'd better sit down, I think you have a bit of-"

Then I threw up. Great.

"Concussion."