Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs the Brilliant mind of Bill Lawrence and the amazing Actors and Writers do. I mean honestly do you think I would be writing a fanfic about this right now if I did?

Info: Okay people sorry I know it's been a long time since I updated but I've been super busy, I HATE high school with a passion. That's all I've got to say about that. Okay so I just want to thank all you people who read this and I just want to let you know that the story WILL GET BETTER just let me put in the fillers dam you all to hell XD.

Anyway so I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I promise more to come as soon as I can.

- JustAGirl019

JD's POV:

After Dr. Cox smiled I think I must have passed out from pure joy. The next thing I know I woke up in a white room. I look down at my clothes and I'm not wearing the hospital gown anymore, I'm wearing these very nice and soft silk pajamas.

Um where am I? I yelled

"Hello JD"

It was Matt; he was wearing a gray suit and tie with black dress shoes.

I wonder where he's going.

Ooh hey Matt, uum what's up? I asked while giving a questioning look.

Why am I here? Am I dead?

"I just wanted to say goodbye, and no JD your not dead, you won't be for a long long time."

Oh my God he's in my head, quick pretend you don't like it.

"So um Where you going?"

He smiled I'm going to Heaven JD

"Really? That's awesome! When?"

"In a few minuets, I just wanted to say goodbye and good luck"

Wow this is so cool, Thanks Matt if it wasn't for you I'd be dead. I grabbed him into a giant hug.

"You smell like an angle"

"Ha-ha I hope so, ooh and JD"

"Yeah?"

"I know Perry never got to thank me for saving him from drowning. I know he thinks about it; Please give him this for me"

He handed me a white envelop and then after smiling he disappeared.

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I jumped out of my sleep nearly tarring off the IV in my hand. I looked down to see a letter lying on my stomach, I picked it up and turned it over; it said Perry on it written in a neat cursive.

Whoa that was real?

Hey Bambi what you got there? Carla asked as she came walking in.

N…nothing I stammered and hid the note under my butt.

"Okay?"

"So... Where is Dr. Cox?"

"He went home"

"What... Why?"

How could he leave me like that, he promised!

"Relax Bambi I made him go home, he's been here since we first found you, he hasn't left your side since. "

Really I asked not sure if she was telling the truth

"Yes really, do you need anything?"

"Yeah I'm starving, can I get out of this room its driving me crazy "

Sure Bambi let me get you a wheelchair and I'll take you down to have some lunch with me and Turk.

Lunch was sort of embarrassing, I guess most of the staff found out what happened and I guess they were scared to talk to me or something because they all ignored me. Except Ted of course.

"Hey JD I was just wondering, How was it? "

How was what Ted I asked, I had just gotten my lunch and I was on my way to go sit down when he came up to me?

"How was suicide, do you think you might be able to give me some pointers?"

"Maybe another time Ted"

" Aaaww man"

I didn't see Dr. Cox until later that day; He looked back to his normal self so I guess he really needed his sleep. I was glad I waist making him sick or anything from him not going to bed to stay with me. But I did love it, it showed he cared.

"Hey there Barbra, how ya feeling?"

"I'm good, you?"

Fine he said while looking at my chart, well there Newbie it looks like you'll be getting out of here in a day or two. I just need to get the physiatrist down here to have a chat with ya and well be all set.

"Like… like a shrink? Do I have to?"

"Standard Protocol, I know how you don't want don't want to do this, believe me I KNOW what your going through. All he's gona do is ask you some dumb questions about how you feel and then he's gone."

"Oh... Okay"

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DR. COX POV

Poor kid, this is going to be hard on him. The physiatrist on call was a plump man, he had a big noise that looked droopy, a red face, and he was also bald.

I guess anyone can pass for those kinds of doctors these days

He was trying to run the hall, I say trying because he would be quick with a few steps then slow down and then repeat. His suite was all undone and he had a giant stain of whatever he was eating on his white shirt.

"You Dr. Cox?"

"Well since I'm the only person standing here, I'm gona go with yeah, the patients right in there"

"Okay, thanks"

He walked over to JD's room and I walked over to Carla who is sitting behind the nurse's station.

So how was you're brake? She asked her eyes never leaving the computer screen.

"It was okay, Jordan was mad that I never went home but we patched things up"

"How'd that go?"

(Flash back)

I walk into my apartment to see Jordan sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand. As I walk in she gives me the death glare and growls a little.

Hi-yeah Jordan I say, she still continues to stare at me while I shrug out of my jacket and head for the liquor cabinet. I pull out my favorite glass and reach for the bottle of scotch, I poor in the cool liquid half way in the cup, my lips twitch eagerly as I bring the cup to my lips. I gulp down the whole half and feel a faint burning in my throat; I ignore it and go for another glass. After downing a few I decide to bring the bottle over to the coffee table by the couch, I walk over to Jordan- whose eyes haven't left me this entire time- and poor me another drink then I put it on the table and sit down.

Jordan turns herself so she can stare at me more, I try to ignore her and continue drinking my poison.

Dear God this is so annoying what is she looking at?

"So, where have you been?"

"At the hospital Jordan where else would I be?"

"It's been a week, you can't tell me you had a week long shift I know Kelso isn't that cruel"

"Something happened to newbie"

"Yes I know that Nurse Carla called, she said DJ got hurt of something, is he all right?"

I gulped the rest of my drink and set the glass down on the coffee table.

"He tried to commit suicide Jordan"

"Ooh"

She scooted closer to me and put her head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arm around her and she took my other hand in hers. I knew she probably had allot of questions about what happened and how I was feeling but I knew she wouldn't ask them. She couldn't let me know she cares, that's how the sick game we play goes, we say we hate each other when all we really do is love. It's sick.

We sat there for a while then we went into the bed room, the one place we can really show each other how we feel.

(Flash back ends)

"Good I guess, how you holding up by the way?"

"Good"

"Swell, well I got allot of patients to check on so I'll catch ya later"

"Okay"