-Dodges rotten tomatoes- Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. It didn't actually take that long to write but I've been having a fuckload of ideas lately and I had to write them all down. The ending for this story is officially planned and it's 20 chapters long. /. Anyways, much love to daflippnay, Divyani, Oracle Thunder, bonzodog, spidersfrommars, anime-wolf-lucky and mars2192 for their reviews.
Warnings: Mild Slash, time jump, Abuse of italics button for emphasis.
Takes place two weeks after JD and Dr. Cox have slept together. Figured I needed to keep the story moving.
My Pregnancy
Part Six: My DPC
Turk was convinced that his best friend was hiding something. He wondered whether it was due to Elliot's imminent wedding and her crazy attempts to control every single aspect of it. Almost every person in Sacred Heart appeared to be hiding a secret of some sort. Elliot was running around like a woman gone wild, frantically tying up the loose ends of her wedding and screaming into her cell phone in every available break that she had. His own wife appeared to be concealing her own secret as she constantly followed Elliot around with a worried look on her face, attempting to reassure the blonde doctor that the flowers would be the correct shade of lilac and the bridesmaid's dresses would fit perfectly. He knew that his wife was her maid of honour and she was supposed to be calming the younger woman down but she was worrying way too much over Elliot.
Even Dr. Cox, hardass of Sacred Heart Hospital, looked a little uneasy and on edge recently. For the past two weeks he and JD never appeared in the same hospital room together and when they did interact, they barely made eye contact with each other. JD remained silent whilst Dr. Cox spat out a large rant littered with a series of girl's names at him. Today, the older doctor explained, he was using female characters from Harry Potter as he had been forced to read the books to Jack for the last week. Turk cocked his head and examined the pair closely.
"I don't know what type of common sense they were selling at the supermarket, Hermione, but you ju-hust better pull yourself together and remember to get the goddamn blood cultures! I mean, my god, Ginny, did they even teach you this stuff in med school? Or were you too busy getting ready for prom night?"
JD said nothing and presented the older doctor with a killer glare, before he snatched the patient's chart back from his mentor and stalked off down the hallway.
"Oh and Bellatrix? Outstanding effort on trying no-hot to make me believe that you are so no-hot in fact a pissy little girl!" Dr. Cox snarled after his protégé before turning back to the nurse's station. Carla appeared from seemingly nowhere and began to glare at the older doctor attempting to stare him down. Turk half expected Cox to back down from his fiery Latina wife, however, the older man made the unwise decision of meeting the head nurse's glare head-on.
"Mind telling me what the hell that was?" The Latina nurse said a little sharply.
"That was me yelling at an attending to do his job so we know whether the woman in Bed 4 has leukaemia or no-hot."
"Leave Bambi alone. It's really unprofessional when you yell at your 'colleague' in the hallway. Face it Perry-" She began, ignoring the incredulous look on his face and the raised eyebrow as she continued. "He's not your lapdog anymore and you can't take it can you? You can't stand it that he might not need your help. Why are you fighting with him again? You two have been like this for two weeks now."
"It's none of your business, Carla. Now if you'll excuse me-" He gathered up the charts sitting on the nurse's station and turned on his heel to berate his first patient of the day. A gentle but firm hand clamped down on his lab coat, stopping him.
"It is my business, Perry. I'm making it mine. I'm onto what you and Bambi have been up to, he's been walking around like a lost puppy for the last two weeks. He didn't even smile when I gave him a candy bracelet…Will you just talk to him please? He'll listen to you!"
"I'm no-hot going to talk to Minerva because it's not my problem. Oh and I know that she's all depressed because her boyfriend dumped her three days ago and she's gained about 3 pounds from all the mint chocolate chip ice-cream she's devoured, but I really, really, re-he-heally can't be bothered to listen to her whining for the next hour."
"You better come through for him, I mean it." The head nurse finished as she picked up her stethoscope from the desk in front of her and slung it over her neck. She paused to give the older doctor another glare before stalking away to monitor a patient's vitals.
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JD stood over Bed 4 and pretended to examine the chart in front of him intently. He knew exactly what to tell the woman in front of him who currently mirrored his expression; however, she stared back and forth between the young doctor and the chart he was holding with concern. JD rubbed his eyes slowly to stop the horrible chicken scratch he called his handwriting from blurring any further before he glanced up and immediately made eye contact with his patient.
"Okay, Miss-" JD paused and flicked the sheet over to reveal the patient's name, "Harris. It's good news, you don't have leukaemia. We're going to continue running tests and I'm going to put you on some medication to deal with the pain. A nurse will be in shortly to administer it."
Miss Harris broke into a large smile which JD copied as he filled in the relevant spaces on her chart and slid the folder underneath his arm.
"Thank you, Doctor." She whispered as he nodded and left the room. JD stepped out of Miss Harris's room and gave the chart to a rather hassled looking nurse who promised to put the patient on medication straightaway. He debated whether he should pick up another patient as he glanced at the clock. It was almost two in the afternoon and JD hadn't had time to grab breakfast in the morning as he'd been pulling graveyard shifts for the last two weeks. He decided to pay a visit to the cafeteria, as it was Tuesday, meaning that it was pudding and pie day.
JD slid into the seat next to Turk and began to poke at his chicken and gravy pie with his fork, only half listening to Turk and Elliot's conversation about the best places to go on honeymoon. JD rolled his eyes as he noticed that the 'happy' couple who were due to be married in a matter of weeks were sitting opposite him and Turk. Elliot was talking at a thousand miles an hour and trying to convince Keith and Turk that she was making the correct decision.
"We were going to go skiing, but I can't ski and I can think of nothing worse than falling flat on my face in wet snow with big, bulky ski-stuff on, which does absolutely nothing for my figure. My hair will go all frizzy and I won't be able to wear my 'Mrs Dudemeister' bikini and my cute little sandals that I bought just the other day. When you walk on the sand, they leave 'Just Married' in your footprints, isn't that so cute? Although, I could wear my cool fluffy boots, I don't know-"
JD zoned out and began cutting his pie into smaller pieces. He shoved a particular large piece into his mouth as Elliot directed her attention towards him.
"What do you think, JD?" She pouted as she all but threw the brochure into his face. JD swallowed the piece and carefully eyed the glossy brochure as though it was a nuclear weapon. JD suddenly imagined himself as a spy dressed in a smart suit, carefully disposing of the bomb. He successfully managed to disconnect the wires when Nurse Tisdale appeared and they began to kiss passionately.
"I'd make a good James Bond." JD whispered as Elliot shot him a warning look.
"Anyway, I have to go and do my rounds. C'mon Keith." She said, stuffing all the holiday brochures into her backpack and signalling for her fiancée to follow her. Turk snorted loudly, pulling the foil off the top of his butterscotch pudding as he finally acknowledged his best friend.
"Hey Vanilla Bear. Sorry I didn't say anything earlier, you know what Elliot gets like."
"It's okay, SCB. Do you think I'd make a good James Bond?" JD asked between mouthfuls of chicken and pastry.
Turk shook his head as he began to eat his pudding. "Sorry, VB. You have to be English to do that sort of thing, and your accent isn't really that good."
"Really? Because I would love a cup of tea, if you wouldn't mind!" JD mocked as he pouted at his best friend.
"Dude, I'm just saying. Dr. Cox really rode you today-" JD attempted not to form mental images from Turk's words, but the desire was just too strong and his mind exploded with disturbing images of the older doctor sitting on his back, growling "C'mon Newbie!" into his ear as Jordan rode on Dr. Kelso straight behind them. Jordan pulled out a lasso and threw it; it immediately caught Dr. Cox around his waist, and with more strength than a normal woman should possess, Jordan pulled him off JD.
"I don't know what is going on between you two but talk to me, JD. If you don't want to, at least go and talk to him. I miss my Vanilla Bear."
"Okay. You can finish my pudding if you want." JD replied, as he pushed his half eaten dinner away from him and left the cafeteria.
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Elliot finished her rounds promptly and she decided to grab a coffee and relax in the staff room for a while. She quickly found Keith, who had been attaching a patient's IV. Elliot proceeded to dump his patients on a hapless intern as she dragged him with her to the staff room to discuss their honeymoon arrangements. Soon, several glossy holiday brochures full of smiling people and sandy beaches covered the coffee table. Elliot placed her coffee cup down, ignoring the fact that decaffeinated coffee didn't taste as nice as her normal drink.
"What about Rome? With all the culture and stuff? We can visit amphitheatres and the weather is really nice, it's sunny." Keith said hopefully, as he flicked through another brochure. He received no answer to his question and so he continued to list potential places.
"New York?"
"Fiji?"
"Jordan?"
Elliot's head whipped around, as she quickly examined the surroundings and let out a huge sigh of relief that the older woman wasn't standing in the doorway of the staff room. Keith noticed her response and tried to reassure his fiancée, "No, I meant Jordan in Egypt. It's really, really hot."
"Hey, Keith…can I talk to you about something important?" Elliot began as Keith placed the brochure gently down on the coffee table and turned to face her.
"Sure, Elliot. What's wrong? Are you getting those wedding pre-nerves because Carla said that you could always go and talk to her."
"No, I'm really excited about finally getting married to you. It's just, I really need to tell you about something that I've been meaning to for a while now."
"Okay, you know you can talk to me about anything."
"Well, you know how we're getting married and soon we'll be settling down…" Elliot was interrupted by her beeper going off. She stopped mid-sentence and quickly ripped the small black box from her faded and tighter jeans.
"I have to go. My intern's in trouble again." She said, rolling her eyes and giving Keith a quick kiss on the lips. "We'll continue this conversation later?" She asked, waiting for conformation in the form of a nod before she left the staff room.
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Carla ignored her husband, who was currently leaning on the nurse's station counter and eying the basket of assorted muffins.
"Sweetness, can I have one of these muffins? My blood sugars a little low." Turk asked, resting his head upon one of his hands.
"They aren't mine, baby." She replied, smirking slightly but leaning over the counter to gently peck her husband on the lips. "There's some sugar for you. Did you talk to JD?"
"Yeah, still got nothing, he just daydreamed when I was talking to him. Did you talk to Cox?"
"Sort of. I may have shouted at him."
"My baby gave him some attitude? Anyway, are you sure about this whole thing? I don't think that JD's gay, I know he seems it with all the hair products and his sensitive attitude, but I doubt he and Cox did anything together. In fact, I'm just going to stop talking about it…"
Carla put her hands on her hips, "Turk! I am positive. I mean, I'm a nurse so I'm supposed to know who is doing who. I know that Dr. Kelso has a rash from sleeping with a Japanese air hostess, Ted had an argument with his mom last night and had to sleep on the couch, Nurse Tisdale is having sex with Dr. Mickhead-" She ignored her widening husbands eyes and the small grimace that appeared on his face, "Jordan is dating yet another intern and I am telling you right now, that JD and Dr. Cox have something going on!" She finished as Turk gave her a sceptical look.
He was about to reply when his best friend appeared from one of his patient's rooms looking slightly more positive about himself. He had a small, closed mouth smile on his face, which remained when he acknowledged Turk and Carla.
"Hey Bambi."
"Hey Carla, hey Chocolate Bear. I'm still trying to find out what the hell is wrong with Miss Harris. I wish I'd have gone into differential diagnosis…" He trailed off, cocking his head slightly as he entered another daydream.
Turk turned to his wife, "I knew we shouldn't have bought him that House DVD."
JD imagined himself as the sarcastic and bitter doctor. He stood in front of a clear board and wrote all the symptoms that Miss Harris was experiencing with a silver marker pen. He proceeded to snap at his colleagues, forcing them to tell him what they thought she had. Elliot immediately began to list all the different things that it could be, perfectly channelling the behaviour of Cameron. Turk was the perfect candidate for Foreman even though he had never broken into anyone's house before and Keith was obviously Chase clearly flirting with Cameron-Elliot and being the overall preened, perfect pretty boy. Dr. Cox entered the room and JD snapped, "We don't need an oncologist, it's not cancer dammit!" JD turned away and began limping with his trademark cane.
"I'd have such a bitchin' cane…"
"Narcissa!"
"Dr. Cox would make such a good Dr. Wilson…"
"Lily!"
JD was snapped away from his daydream by his mentor's cutting voice.
"Ho-kay Pansy. As much as I'd love to indulge in your fantasies of Hugh Laurie and you actually no-hot killing somebody because it ne-hever is lupus, I think me and you need to have a little chat, whadda say?"
JD merely nodded as Dr. Cox seized the front of his scrubs and dragged him away; he caught the eye of his two friends standing at the nurse's station. Turk looked sympathetic but Carla smirked and winked at him.
She knows?
JD was thrust into yet another supply closet and he closed his eyes as his back made contact with the wall. He quickly reopened his eyes when the older doctor gave a sharp and high-pitched whistle. Dr. Cox stood a few meters away from his young protégé, almost afraid to make contact with him. He leaned on the wall, arms folded with a murderous look on his face.
"Now, Rita. I brought you here because over the last two weeks, you've been acting like a menstrual teenager who just got dumped by your boyfriend of two days and moping around like your puppy was run over. Newsflash, Newbie. I don't care which intern decided to dominate you in the bedroom this week and to congratulate you on your first score since god knows when, I've complied a list of things that I care less about; All medical TV shows, Barbie turning into a madwoman, gossip magazines, an-hy spin-off of CSI, anything and I mean anything that happens in Lost, any award ceremony, Wal-Mart and any Wal-Mart related products, George Bush, toll roads, Canada, just basically everything in this cruel, cruel world that is existent, both living and non-living things-" JD opened his mouth to cut his mentor off but Dr. Cox held up a hand and continued talking, "And of course, Hugh Jackman."
"But-" JD began, trying to get a word in edgeways.
"Nymphadora, I am try-hing to speak here. I don't ever, ever want you to go crying to your mommy again. Now, care to share what is on your mind? Bearing in mind Newbie, that I have the attention span of- Well, I don't have an attention span."
"Y'know what? I actually thought that you were going to be an adult about this and we could have a proper conversation but you really don't care do you?"
"Actually, I'm re-heally trying here, Fleur."
"Obviously not trying hard enough are we Perry?" JD growled and attempted to shove his way past the older attending. Dr. Cox growled, flicking his nose in anger as he clamped a firm hand down on the sleeve of JD's scrubs.
"Now listen here, Petunia-" Dr. Cox spat in a serious tone, maintaining a tight grip on his Newbie's scrubs. "I have already warned you about whining out my first name, and as mu-huch as I'd love you to scream it out during sex, I don't think it's appropriate. I'm trying my damned hardest no-hot to force you to go home because you're so self involved in your personal life that you are unable to do your job properly. I'm only going to say this once, I am not going to have a nice little chat and plead you to be my boyfriend. That 'thing' we had-" He paused to point his finger between JD and himself, "The thing currently known as 'The Best Night Of Your Whiny, Neurotic Life' is over and it was a one time thing."
"Stop kidding yourself, Dr. Cox." JD replied, attempting to tug himself free of the other man's grasp.
"Look who finally grew some balls. I'm re-heal proud of you, Angelina. I've always liked my women feisty." Dr. Cox snarled, as he pushed JD into the wall again and pinned him there. He advanced upon the young doctor who had begun to look extremely uncomfortable.
"Dr. Cox, I-"
Dr. Cox said nothing and inched his face closer to his protégés, JD cringed slightly as he felt the older doctor's breath gently tickling the side of his face. JD turned his head away only to let out a breathily moan as Dr. Cox increased the pressure on his wrists, beginning to twist them together. He held them both in one hand and pushed them over JD's head resting them against the wall firmly and rendering the young doctor completely helpless. JD's eyes filled with confusion and curiosity before they finally began to darken under the dim light. Dr. Cox slowly moved his free hand, gently resting it on one of JD's hips, before he pulled the younger man in for a kiss. JD was unresponsive as he attempted to break free of the attending's grip, however this only served as a bigger turn-on for Dr. Cox. He growled against JD's closed lips before his warm, calloused hand slipped underneath JD's scrubs top.
JD gasped, which allowed the older doctor to slip his tongue into JD's mouth and begin breaking down the other man's defences.
"I-don't…think-that-we-should…be doing this!" JD panted between kisses as he once more attempted to free his lips from the other doctors. Dr. Cox ignored him, gently stroking the younger man's stomach before he slipped his hand down the elastic of JD's scrub pants. JD eventually gave into the older doctor, gently nipping at his lips in response before the two broke apart for air. Dr. Cox loosened his hold on the man's wrists, ignoring how good his protégés full and soft lips felt against his own and particularly ignoring the kid's hard-on grinding against his thigh. He gently tilted his head and began to take in the smell of vanilla and antiseptic emitting from the other man.
"Don't worry Dolores, I wouldn't dr-heam of taking your precious maidenhood without your consent." Dr. Cox replied, pressing his Newbie further into the wall. JD groaned in pain as a Foley catheter kit dug into the back of his head. "Now what the hell is going on with us?"
"I don't know, isn't this supposed to be a one time thing? I'm not sure, I just wanted to give you some space for a while so we could get back to normal…" JD concluded, lamely.
"Penelope, I don't know if things will get back to normal, hell I doubt we were even normal in the first place. Your habit of looking up to me for six years ju-hust isn't healthy." Dr. Cox finished, crashing their lips together once more as he silenced JD's answer. He plunged his tongue into the younger man's mouth and JD responded. Their tongues wrestled together as Dr. Cox drove a slacking JD further up the wall and let go of his wrists. The other hand rested on the small of JD's back, providing a little support for the kid who appeared to be turning into a large pool of jello under Dr. Cox's touches. The hand remaining in the scrubs moved down slightly and slipped underneath the young doctor's boxer shorts. They continued to descend and JD paused in their kiss to let out a slight gasp.
Dr. Cox's hand brushed gently against JD's cock and one of his calloused fingers slowly ran over the leaking tip. JD groaned as he attempted to capture his mentor's lips yet again, but the older man ignored his lover's demands and purposely curled his hand around JD's shaft before he proceeded to pump the younger man. JD let his head fall back as he let out another moan of pleasure, trying to be as quiet as he could and generally reminding himself that he was in a supply closet with Dr. Cox of all people.
Dr. Cox seized the moment to attack JD's collarbone. He began smacking his lips over and over again onto the delicate flesh, making it redden. JD smirked slightly as he realised that the older doctor was marking him and without speaking, claiming him as a possession. JD imagined Dr. Cox writing all over his body in black marker pen with the words: Property of Perry Cox. However, he soon realised that his musing had been spoken aloud.
"My property? I like that." Dr. Cox growled.
JD didn't have a chance to reply before he was interrupted by the door, previously thought to be locked, swinging open. Carla stepped into the closet with widened eyes from the sight in front of her but she had a small, smug smile on her face.
"Hey Bambi. Could you pass me a thermometer and a trach kit please?" She said, sweetly. Dr. Cox stared at her with widened eyes and paling skin as she accepted the supplies from JD, who looked similar in colour. "Oh, and Bambi? Dr. Taylor is looking for you." She ignored JD's confused look as she continued, "You know? DPG?"
Oh, Dreamy Paediatrics Guy. He was very hot…not as hot as Dr. Cox of course. But still, all the nurses wanted their way with him.
Carla winked at the two doctors and left them, carefully closing the door behind her. JD let out a breathily sigh as Dr. Cox removed his hand from his scrubs pants, he immediately missed the warmth of the older man's hand but chose not to voice his opinion out loud. The older doctor said nothing to his protégé as he straightened out his white coat and slung his stethoscope back over his neck. He stalked out of the supply closet leaving a rather confused JD behind.
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JD immediately noticed that Dr. Cox was nowhere in sight as he made a swift exit from the supply closet. Dr. Taylor – Dreamy Paediatrics Guy stood leaning on the nurse's station with his lab-coated back facing away from the young doctor as he talked to Laverne. JD approached the paediatrician slowly and tapped him on the shoulder. He'd never seen the doctor before but many of the nurses, even Carla, spoke of him as though he was Prince Charming. He ended his conversation with Laverne and spun around, greeting JD with a warm and white smile.
Damn! He is good looking…
Dr. Taylor was one of those doctors who held an air of confidence. His dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes made him look like a child himself, but he still had a rather professional manner.
"Hello, Dr. Dorian. I've been assigned to one of your patients? A Miss Carter?" He questioned.
"Please call me JD. I have her chart here somewhere." JD replied as he began leafing through the large pile of charts sitting on the nurse's station whilst Laverne rolled her eyes and picked up to the phone. A panic-stricken Elliot interrupted JD from his chart-finding activities. "Hey JD? Do you know where Keith is, I mean I paged him about fifteen minutes ago and he still hasn't come yet!" She suddenly stopped in the middle of her ramblings and focused her attentions on Dr. Taylor. "Oh, hi. And you are?" She asked, winking at him and discreetly flicking her hair.
"I'm Dr. Taylor."
"And what do you do, Doctor? Except stand around and look incredibly sexy."
"I'm a paediatrician."
"Oh, how cute! At least you're not a murse. I once dated a murse and it was kind of embarrassing with me being a doctor and all-" She said, leaning against the counter of the nurse's station in an attempt to look sexy. Dr. Taylor smiled at the young blonde doctor, who flashed her own smile in return. She began to feel a warm liquid flow down her face and she frowned slightly, raising two fingers up to her nose to swipe away the moistness that was quickly spreading. Her fingers returned covered in a thick, scarlet liquid.
"Frick."
"Elliot. You're bleeding…" JD began, after he finally found the correct chart and brought his attention upon his fellow attending.
"Just a nosebleed." Elliot's response was muffled as she tipped her head back, pinching her nose slightly to stop the bleeding. She couldn't control the flow of blood anymore as it began to run through her fingers, dropping onto the previously clean floor as she quickly exited from the scene.
"Anyway, Dr. Taylor. Miss Carter is six years old and she suffered from three broken ribs, one which almost punctured her lung, broken femur in the right leg and various other cuts and bruises. I believe that this is the result of abuse. She was brought in today and has been in the OR all morning."
The blonde doctor nodded, scanning over her chart. He pulled out a pen from his lab-coat and began to write some additional notes. "Right. Just a few questions before I take her off your hands, I'm just kidding. Have you put her on any additional medication since?"
"Nope. We originally placed her on a morphine drip when she first came in, then we got the chest X-ray and she's just come out of surgery so the anaesthetic should be wearing off pretty soon."
"You're a smart one, I like that. Okay, have you transferred her to a psychologist?"
"I have recommended it, although I think she would be more comfortable talking to you or another paediatrician first. She is quite a shy girl."
"Okay. That's fine, I'll take that up with the psychologist. One last question. Can I take you out on a date tomorrow night?"
Laverne immediately stopped talking into the phone and stared at the two doctors with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh. Yeah, why not?"
"Great, I'll meet you at seven right here after my shift's over." Dr. Taylor winked at the younger doctor and gathered up his other patient charts. He bid farewell to Laverne, who briefly nodded in response and waited until he turned the corner before she slammed the phone down.
"What the hell just happened there, Q-tip?"
"I don't know. I'd say that DPG asked me out on a date."
Laverne rolled her eyes as though to state the obvious. "Y'know a man asked me out on a date before I was married too. His name was Jesus."
JD smiled softly at the dark skinned nurse, gathering up his charts to begin his rounds.
Although, I could dump my patients on some of my interns…
JD decided against this and quickly made his way down the hallway to visit his first patient. He was stopped by the Janitor who looked rather menacing as he brandished a mop in front of the young attending.
"I'll find out who you killed." He said, quietly.
"What are you talking about?"
"The blood all over the floor. I know it was you."
"I didn't do anything!"
"That's what all the killers say, Scooter. I heard that Pretty Boy Doctor asked you on a date."
"Pretty Boy who?"
"Pretty Boy Doctor. He works on the third floor where the wallpaper with the yellow duckies and pink bunnies on it is."
"Paediatrics?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't know that because I'm just a lowly janitor. You better be careful Scooter." The janitor finished as he stalked past JD. He turned slightly to make sure that his sodden mop hit the young doctor in the face.
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Carla sat at the nurse's station pretending to fill out her patient's chart as she half listened to Laverne telling another intern to get the chart for their patient themselves and to Dr. Cox who was currently leaning on the counter and ranting on about the incompetence of all the people that he had to work with.
Laverne turned away from the rude intern and pulled up a chair next to Carla.
"Guess who got asked out by DPG?" She said, pausing to take a sip of her black coffee.
"Who?" Carla asked, a little uninterested.
"Q-tip."
The response made Carla's untidy handwriting leap from the lined paper and it even made Dr. Cox pause halfway through his rant. Carla slowly turned her widening eyes away from the chart to fixate upon her fellow nurse.
"Hold on. You mean Bambi got asked out by Dr. Taylor?"
"Mhmm. He asked him right in front of me too." She finished, standing up from her comfortable seat to go and gossip with Mary from Paediatrics.
Carla turned to the older doctor leaning against the counter. "I can't believe it. DPG is one of the most wanted doctors in this hospital." She was interrupted by a growl from Dr. Cox. "Don't tell me you are jealous?"
"I am no-hot jealous of anything that Luna gets up to in her own free time. To be honest, I'm quite relieved that the young gal has managed to find herself that manly doctor of her dreams. Well, just about as 'manly' as you can get in this dump." He said with a grin upon his face.
"Really Perry? I think you are a little jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Another doctor marking up your territory." She replied, winking at him as she left an angry and confused Perry behind at the nurse's station.
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There will be another delay for the next chapter as my exams are in the next three weeks but after 20th June, I am officially free! I hope that Dr. Taylor wasn't too Mary-Sue like. He's very much a surface character and you'll find out in a few chapters why. He is also my catalyst character – he's there to help JD and Perry understand their feelings better :) He's going to be sticking around for a few chapters so if there's anything you feel should change about him, feel free to offer constructive criticism. I also hope that my JD was slightly more in character with his daydreams and such. Waffle over.
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