The next day he headed into work he knew the ropes better. He was heading out of a room and saw the Janitor. He was officially afraid of the guy, but he couldn't help it the guy was tall and scary. As he walked by him the Janitor tripped him, and J.D. landed on the floor.
Dr. Cox who was treating a patient happened to see everything. He didn't like seeing the way that Janitor had just treated J.D. When he was done with his patient he went to confront the Janitor, but he got away before he could say anything. Dr. Cox huffed and stalked off.
Dr. Cox found himself in an empty on call room so he decided to take a quick nap, after all he deserved it. He walked to the bunk beds in the corner and lifted himself to the top. He put his hands under his head and began to drift off. That was until he heard the squeak of the door opening. He turned his head to yell at someone to get out, but stopped when he say it was J.D.
He decided to stay quiet to see what newbie was up to while hoping he wouldn't be seen. J.D. plopped down on the bed and instantly fell asleep. Dr. Cox moved on his side so he could see him better. He slept so peacefully … breathing quietly in and out. The door opened again and Carla entered waking the beautifully sleeping boy. Once the door was closed once more Dr. Cox moved till he was on his back and silently thought of the boy.
He didn't want him to know anything was up so he forged a plan. He would make his life Hell; he would call him names and tear him down. He didn't want the boy getting close to him and he didn't want to get close to J.D. even though he knew it wouldn't last.
For a few weeks it worked he had accomplished in pushing the doctor away. It stopped working when he say the Janitor picking on him again, he say the hurt and confusion in the boys eyes. Dr. Cox hated that, he wished he could comfort newbie, but he didn't want to become known as a softy. The next few weeks were torture. The Janitor's jokes had gotten crueler and a few ended in J.D. getting cuts.
Dr. Cox didn't know how much longer he could take of seeing the poor guy being abused. He hated it even more when he did it. All he wanted to do when he saw J.D. was pull him into his arms to reassure him everything would be okay.
Finally it was Dr. Cox's day off. He was only able to escape every few weeks. He had just settled down onto his couch with no shirt and no pants when his pager went off. Grunting he rushed off to help the new guy once more.