I'm finding I'm writing a bit more in my chapters now. Once again, thanks for the amazing reviews. My head is swelling. I fear I may not make it through the door now! Sorry the chapters aren't dead long, it's not the way I write unfortunately! R&R please :)

I've never felt so angry in my life. My eyes are burning like hell, they won't stop watering either. Damn pepper spray. I hope security got the bastard.

Dr. Cox was sat propped up against the wall rubbing his eyes from where he had been sprayed a few moments before. There were three nurses all fussing over him offering to rinse out his eyes and checking for any other possible injuries.

"Ok, here's the deal, you've all got three seconds to get your pretty little hands off me and leave this room or so help me God... you have no idea how pissed off I am right now... 1... 2..."

In truth, he didn't even need to count, the young nurses quickly made their way towards the exit the second they saw Dr. Cox focus his eyes and start talking.

I may have been put down by a patient's father, but I haven't lost my touch as least. I looked towards Newbie to find two more nurses prodding at him. He wasn't moving, just staring. My God, that stare. The last thing he needs is an invasion of space.

Dr. Cox did his usual whistle to draw the attention of the two women.

"1... 2..."

The Nurses looked at each other in panic and struggled to get to their feet without falling over. They both ran out of the door, closing it behind them.

How was I going to approach this now? He is the last person I would ever want to speak about something like this to. Why did I have to follow him here? Before I can speak to him there is a knock at the door.

"What?!!" It was Rebecca.

"Mmm... Dr. Cox, sorry to uh, interrupt I was wondering though do you need me to call the police? He got away."

Suddenly JD snapped out of his trance and sprung to his feet. He dashed in front of Dr. Cox to stop him answering, his face was wild with panic.

"NO!! Please, don't! There's no need, there's no need!! Please Dr. Cox! Please?!" Good God Newbie. I shout at the nurse to leave us alone then grab the crazed psychopath that has taken over Newbie's body by the shoulders and give him a hard shake. He's a mess.

"For the love of God Ginger, pull yourself together. I am not going to call the police. Do you know why? Because this is your problem, not mine. I repeat, this – is – not – my - problem. I would have thought you would have learned by now that I don't wanna deal with this, I don't even wanna hear about why there was a man old enough and clearly ugly enough to be your father...forcing himself on you in there." God, that was hard. He breaks my gaze, I can tell he's disgusted. What's worrying is I can't work out whether he's more disgusted at me.. or himself. It's a self-loathing I have never really noticed in him before, but deep down I always knew was there. "But unfortunately, Annabelle, there isn't much I can do about that now. I wish I hadn't... seen what I did, but there are many things I wish hadn't happened, say marrying Jordan for example... And sleeping with Jordan... no, in fact... meeting Jordan... altogether was one of the most terrifying experiences, of my life, and it's still not over. But it's a bit late to be worrying, you just gotta do your best with what your given.. so, let's talk."

Dr. Cox realises he is still holding JD by the shoulders, he takes advantage of this and leads him to one of the chairs and sits him down.

"Who was that man?"

"The kid's father."

"His genuine father?"

"Yes! His genuine father, what do you mean by that?!" I stare hard at Newbie, trying to get him to understand. A look of recognition crosses his face then he starts to become uncomfortable. I knew I had heard that man's voice before, this has just confirmed it.

"I gotta go."

Before I can say anything the kid is out of the room and down the corridor. Damn.

I'm walking down the corridor away from Dr. Cox. I can feel him watching me, and I don't care. Three nurses ask me if I'm ok as I walk along. Oh my God, did they see? What are they thinking about me? Oh my God Dorian, breathe! My head feels like it's swimming. I keep feeling his breath on my ear, his hand on my chest, his stiffness pressing up against me. The feeling of complete helplessness. I think I'm starting to have a panic attack. What if he comes back for me? Oh my God, oh my God, he could come back. I can't catch my breath and my legs stop functioning, I feel myself fall to my knees as years of repressed memories and emotions come back to the surface. They are overwhelming me, drowning me. I can feel two arms around my waist, holding me up,but I can't see anything. All I can see is his face. I'm sure I'm crying. Again I feel hot breath against my ear, I panic and ask him to stop hurting me. I think I said it out loud, then I hear Dr. Cox say "It's ok Newbie. It's just me. Get him sedated." Then for the second time today, all turns black.

As JD's body went limp, Dr. Cox strengthened his hold on his protege and pulled him up. He turned to the four panicked nurses and one panicked intern that surrounded him.

"Well... no need for the sedative."

Unfortunately, the intern just so happened to be Doug.

"Um, Dr. Cox? Is... JD ok?"

Dr. Cox stood up, still with his arms tightly wrapped around JD's waist but allowing him to dangle like a rag doll. He shook him about emphasising the fact that JD was in fact, unconscious.

"Take a close look at this Deg? Dig? Dag?-"

"Doug.. sir."

Cox growled in response.

"I wouldn't worry yourself too much about this one, because he's just fine and dandy. I mean look at him! He's the picture of health. I was thinking maybe we could take him out for a meal, buy him a bit of shell fish and then after that maybe take him to the movies. After all, he's probably a hell of a lot better off than most of your patients are at this very second, considering that most of them are probably on their way to the morgue in their oh-so-fashionable black body bags. Because my God, you really are setting a trend with those things. Now, if you want to make yourself useful go and get me a God damn gurney for the kid before I decide to make him into a marionette and be done with it. Then after that you can feel free to get out of my face for a long, long, long, long time – and OH look at that, the nurse beat you to the gurney so I suggest you move, leave, go, get out, now!"

As usual, Doug made a hasty retreat, deciding that he still rather enjoyed life and would prefer to not lose a limb anytime soon.

Dr. Cox put JD on the gurney and wheeled him down the corridor into an empty patient room. A nurse followed checking JD's pulse and other vitals as she went along.

"There's nothing wrong with him. Just a simple panic attack, that's all. Now please, just go and leave the kid alone."

The nurse glared at Dr. Cox, obviously not feeling threatened by his rudeness.

"Fine... but if I see you shaking him around like that again I'm gonna find him another doctor. Oh, and by the way, you are aware you are still in paediatrics? Because he doesn't look like a child to me!"

He did earlier.

"Ok, attention lady, he does not need a bed, he does not need a nurse, especially a completely incompetent one who points out things like "you are aware that you are in paediatrics" when it's blatantly obvious considering that the whole room is covered in pictures of cartoon birds. Look, he just needs to wake up and clear his head and he is not going to be able to do that with the annoying sound that comes out of your yapper everytime it flaps. So zip it Betty, and just let me talk to him. Mmkay?" Dr. Cox gave her a sickening smile. He was answered with the nurse leaving and slamming the door.

Finally being allowed to have a quiet moment, Dr. Cox could feel all of the emotions from the last hour's events all fall on top of him. He collapsed into a chair and looked down at JD unconscious on the gurney.

What is wrong with you Perry? You can't even put the kid on a gurney straight. He needs you, and you react by being an ass to everyone and throwing him around whilst he's unconscious. Looking at him, I can't believe how innocent he looks and how anyone would want to put him through such turmoil. But then I think about how I had been with him earlier. Telling him he was useless and that I hated him. I cringe when I think of the words. 'What happened in your life to make you so submissive?' Ironic how quickly that question was answered. I think about that big man pushing Newbie against the wall and the fury I felt when I couldn't get to him to stop it. The sight of him completely frozen while that bastard did whatever he wanted made me feel sick, it made me want to punch something. But the worst feeling was knowing that the person I was truly angry at was myself. God damnit, if I hadn't spent so much time berating the kid, I might have taken a little more time to look at why he takes all that crap, or why he spends so much time day dreaming or bending over backwards to accommodate people. Damn. I had missed so much. But still, I knew damn fine that when he woke up I wouldn't admit any of this to him. Do you know why? Because it's just too darn easy to be horrible to him and it would take too much of my energy and my feelings to be any different. Dr. Perry Cox, the coward. First class.

As I woke up, the first thing I saw was Dr. Cox. Well, there's a first time for everything. I heard myself groan slightly and I turned onto my side as I felt nauseous. That movement was shortly followed by me coughing and wretching up the remaining bits of food in my body. It was a stark reminder that I hadn't actually eaten in many hours, not since my run in with Turk earlier anyway. Dr. Cox was already prepared for my sickness, which just reminded me of what I great doctor he is and how much I still want to be like him.

"How you feeling Dorothy?"

"Going for the musical theme now?"

"Nope, but good idea."

Damn it, why can't you keep your mouth shut?

"Here, drink this. You need some fluids." Dr. Cox handed JD a large glass of water but told him to sip it slowly, reminding him he did not need another sick coloured pair of shoes.

"Thanks..." What am I doing here? "Dr. Cox?... What happened?"

"You had a panic attack Annie, you got yourself so stressed out that your body decided it needed a break."

"A panic attack? I've never had one of those before."

"Um... well I suppose it's not everyday you get groped by an older man with a bad haircut."

What is he talking about?

Then all the memories came flooding back again.

Oh my God! Dave! I remember! I need to speak to Tommy.

Dr. Cox was deep in thought, wondering why he always had to be such a bastard to the kid when JD swung his legs off the gurney and tried to stand. Dr. Cox quickly intercepted this move however, and reversed it so JD was lay back down again. Cox couldn't help but notice how JD flinched and panicked when he went to touch him. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help but feel annoyed and slightly offended.

"And where do you think you are going?" I'm a nervous wreck. I can't even look my own mentor in the face anymore. I'm so embarrassed.

"I need to talk to Tommy."

"What? To ask him what his real name is, perhaps?" What?Why does he keep saying that?

"Hell, you don't think it might be Christopher Walker, do you?"

"Christopher Walker?? Why- ... Oh." Holy crap.

"Yes – 'oh', indeed."

"How did you-"

Dr. Cox pulled out from behind him an old patient file and interrupted his intern.

"Ok Sandy, here's the summary for you. This patient 'Christopher Walker' was admitted when he was 16 years old with a shattered knee cap, a broken arm, six broken ribs and a fractured skull. He was also covered in bruises and welts and had numerous scars from previous attacks. There was also evidence of regular sexual abuse. The kid didn't wake up for two weeks and when he did he wouldn't speak or give us any information regarding who he was or where his family were. The kid was like a ghost. Then after 8 weeks in hospital, the kid's nearly recovered, but the docs have decided not to discharge him until they find out who he is." JD eyes Dr. Cox very carefully.

"They tell the kid this, and two hours later he gives them a name and an address. Christopher Walker. Then almost like magic, this man comes into the hospital claiming the kid is his son and he has been in Africa for the last two months. Likely story. But none the less, they don't let the man in to see the kid, but some stupid nurse manages to let him slip through her fingers. An hour later, the kid's gone."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You know why John, or should I call you Chris?" How does he figure these things out? I stare at him for a little while trying to figure out what he is thinking. He always seems so comfortable in every situation. It sets me on edge.

"How do you know about that case?"

"It's the worst damn case of abuse I've ever seen.. still... I was also the intern who spent an hour everyday trying to get you to talk to me." JD's eyes shot up to meet his mentor's. Oh my God, how could I not realise?

"Now Newbie... spill it."