Hai giez.

So this is a really short chapter. Well, not really short, but shorter than usual. I apologize, but the end half just would not get written. So I stopped trying, cropped a bit off, and decided to leave the stuff I cropped for Chapter Six. Pretty uneventful chapter, too.

Sorry. ( I don't know when I will get Chapter Six posted. Hopefully my muse will reappear.

So enjoy the crappiness!

WARNINGS: slash, OC's I only included them so I would have some characters that would always be in-character. -cheesy grin-, and panic attacks.

I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was dark, but I could make out some faint shapes and lines. My whole body ached horribly and my head pounded. Groaning, I stretched out my legs. My feet quickly hit something and I could stretch no more. Confused, I tried to sit up, only to have my head his something hard. I yelped in pain. "What the hell?" I muttered, feeling around. There was barely enough room for me to lift my arms at all. I slid my hands along the… ceiling?…. And felt nothing but a penny-sized hole. I stuck my finger up it and it was greeted by a cool breeze. Wriggling it around, I felt grass.

Grass? Where the hell am I? The walls feel like metal, but I seem to be underground. Just barely, but still. It's like I'm in a hole…

I froze. Oh God.

I'm in a hole. Buried alive.

The janitor.

"Baby, are you awake?"

Carla's voice pierced the grogginess that I was feeling. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the brightness that greeted me. I groaned and rubbed my face. "Carla?" I said, yawning.

"Baby!" Instantly, arms were around me. Pain stabbed through my chest and I cried out, shoving her off.

Hissing in pain, I blinked my watering eyes. When things came back into focus, I looked around. Carla was standing beside me, throwing out apologies like frisbees. Dr. Cox was rolling his eyes at her from a bed across the room and Jordan was standing by his bed, yawning in boredom. In the bed beside me, Elliot was in a deep sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly. At a closer look, I could see her neck. Thick, purple bruises contrasted greatly with her pale skin.

The memory of the janitor slicing at me while Elliot screamed danced in my mind. I gulped back my fear and slowly looked down at my chest. Three inflamed scars crisscrossed my swollen chest and stomach. I let out a breath of relief. It could have been much worse. I smiled lazily and looked over at Carla.

She looked back with a fake smile. I frowned and glanced over at Dr. Cox curiously. He avoided my eyes. Realization hit and a lump formed in my throat. I turned back to Carla. I have to force out the words. "Baby…where's JD?"

The tense silence was all the answer I needed, but denial flooded over me. "Carla, where is he?" I demanded. "Is he doing rounds? Get him in here!" My voice cracked and I began shaking. Carla wrapped her arms around me like a cocoon.

"We are going to look for him as soon as Elliot wakes up, Turk. We'll find him."

I barely heard her. Vanilla Bear… where are you?

My heart beat faster and my breathing became laborious as panic took hold of me. I thrashed wildly, screaming. I felt bruises beginning to form as I beat against my metal prison. All rational thought was lost and the darkness was suffocating. The hole wasn't getting enough air to me fast enough. Doctor Dorian took over and I held my breath to stop my thrashing and slow my heart rate. I craned my head up to the hole and forced myself to breath evenly and slowly. After a few moments, the feeling of suffocation evaporated. I laid my head back down and sighed. "How long will I be here?" I voiced my thoughts aloud, trying to kill the silence that loomed over me.

"Dr. Cox? Turk? Carla? Are you coming? Janitor, why did you do this? What did I do?"

Shameful tears began to fall. "I never even put that God damn penny in that God damn door!" I screamed. I sobbed, the tears forming a small puddle under my head. Someone save me.

It's been four hours since Barbie's woken up and Bobbo's finally letting us go. We were all sitting up in our beds, listening to Carla's speech. "I know we all want to find JD, but we have to think logically. Dr. Cox, Jordan, and I are all fit and ready to go. Elliot, Turk, you are not." Protests rang out around the room. Carla sighed in annoyance and raised her voice. "I am not going to argue with you. Elliot, you keep drifting in and out of consciousness. And Turk, you can't even get out of your bed!"

"It's my best friend, woman!" Gandhi's glare made me smile.

Carla growled and stormed out of the room. Now it was my turn to glare. "Gandhi, don't be stupid. We can't afford to wait for you to heal. Newbie could very well be dead." That was actually hard to say.

His wide eyed stare told me that I had struck home. I refrained from grinning smugly and got up to find Carla.

"What do you care? You don't even like JD!"

I stopped. Fists clenched, I spun around, ready to spit fire.

"Oh, come on, Turtlehead!" I paused and looked over at Jordan. She was glaring a hole through Gandhi's head.

"Yeah, seriously Turk. You don't honestly believe that, do you?" I swiveled my head to stare at Barbie. She ignored my don't-you-dare look. "You know he cares about JD as much as any of us. How can you say that?"

"What are you talking about?" Gandhi is an idiot. Truly an idiot. Well, I don't care what Gandhi thinks, so I'm not going to explain anything to him. I'll let the harpies take care of it. Smiling, I turned around and left. The argument behind me was lost to my ears. Just white noise.

I walked past many a patient and fellow doctor until I found a very aggravated Carla. "Hey there, sunshine." She rolled her eyes and stalked away. I frowned before following her.

"Carla. Carla, talk to me. Carla!" I commanded, getting increasingly annoyed.

She glanced up at me stubbornly. "What?" I rolled my eyes.

"You know what. We should just grab Jordan and go. Forget Gandhi. He can't be slowing us down."

"I know. As soon as Jordan comes out of there, we're gone."

"Then why are you annoyed with me?"

"I'm not. It's Dan."

I raised an eyebrow. "Newbie's brother?" I should have known she'd call him. He is, after all, Newbie's only caring family member. But just barely.

"He isn't coming. I told him what happened and he just dropped the phone. A girl picked it up and said he had locked himself in the bathroom."

"Good ol' brother Dan to the rescue, eh?" I snorted.

"Shut up."

Just then, and intern walked up. She came to my shoulders and her light, light blonde hair was pulled back in a bun. She still had some baby fat on her, but she was a healthy thin. She smiled and Carla and eyed me warily.

"Hello, Julie." Carla greeted her warmly. Oh now I remember. This was the girl I told to help Carla with Jordan.

"Hey, Nurse Espinosa. I heard that you guys were going to look for Dr. Dorian, and I was just wondering if I could help?" she nearly whispered, staring at us with hopeful puppy eyes. Carla glanced at me. Should we bring her along? She's a competent doctor, but she doesn't seem outdoorsy… still, we might need the extra help…

I nodded. Carla beamed. "Sure, we would be glad for your help!"

Julie smiled and nodded. "Thank you. Who else is coming?"

"You, me, Carla, and myself." She nodded again and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Could Clark also come?"

"Who?" Carla and I asked together.

"He was the intern who ran with us, Miss Espinosa. The big guy."

Carla grinned. "Dr. Cox, we might need the extra muscle," she hinted.

I just nodded. Julie smiled and thanked us again before walking away.

"Be ready to go by five!" I called after her. Then I turned to Carla. "We're going to have to search Lurch's house for clues as to where Newbie is. I'll do that. You go to the police station. I'll tell Jordan to gather the two interns. We'll meet in the hospital parking lot at five and then go get supplies and stuff. We'll discuss what to do from there."

"Supplies?"

"We're going camping." She stared at me quizzically before nodding and walked away. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Newbie instantly appeared behind my eyelids. He was grinning at me, eyes shining as if the whole situation amused him.

I reopened my eyes and let out the breath shakily. God help us.

After my tongue lashing from Elliot and Jordan, all I want to do is sleep. My legs itched to get up and search for JD, but my chest wouldn't allow it. It was constantly sore. So I wanted to sleep. I knew that they were going to leave without me. I couldn't blame them; JD needs help as fast as possible. I just wish I could help somehow. I feel so useless. My best friend could be dead, and I'm confined to a hospital bed.

It all sort of hit me then. I buried my face in my scratchy pillow, listening to the monitors beep. It was strangely soothing. Combined with Elliot's soft breathing, it was calming. I felt myself begin to drift off, desperately pushing away all thoughts of JD.

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