...Dr Cox...

"So help me Mary-Jane. If you actually pick up that remote there will be no closet in this entire hospital that you can hide in. Now hippty-hop on outta here. Because I'm sure somewhere in this hell hole there's a patient just dying to know if today's the day you kill someone."
I sat up just in time to see him come out of yet another frustrating daydream.
"And all the bunnies will have chocolate for thanksgiving."
I growled at the young man, pointing towards the door and he, being the smart kid he was, flew through it.
"Dude! that was harsh" I heard Gandhi tell me. Once again I growled but the surgeon stood where he was folding his arms across his chest.
"Gandhi Gandhi" I said with a shake of my head.
"You know you don't scare me Dr. Cox." He grinned childishly.
I stood slowly wondering just what I could to the man that would put in the same closet Mary-Jane had just run off to. Naturally, that's when my phone decided to ring. And i just knew i didn't want to talk to the annoying being on the other end with the surgeon still standing there . So I decided on short and sweet. Literally.
"You have type 2 diabetes and you can't eat cupcakes." I grinned evilly as the surgeon's bottom lip gave a little quiver and he flew outta here just as fast as Dorian had.
Flipping the phone open I answered with a gruff "What!"

"It's me" was the reply. The shocked gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. I didn't think I would ever hear that voice again. Had hoped it would stay that way, i thought to myself sadly.
"I need your help." I stood silently waiting to hear what was coming, but the only thing I could hear was coughing, a very weak, labored and wet, sounding cough. The doctor in me already running my mind through the possibilities as I yelled down the phone.
"Jarod? JAROD? What's going on?
I stopped talking when I heard the bang of the phone being dropped. Pressing the phone as close as i could to my ear. I listened for any sign of life.
"I'm outside, by your car."

I turned around instantly. The windows of this staff room just happened to look over that car park and sure enough I saw a dark haired figured against the car i adored so much. hanging up on Jarod, i quickly dialed the internal emergency number with the intention of sending an er medical team to the car park. But i found my finger hovered over the green call button, my finger realizing before i did. 'calling a med team without knowing what was wrong could be dangerous for both of us.' I thought, as my brain caught up with my finger.
I snapped my phone shut and raced out of room heading down the corridor to the stairs knowing that if Jarod had come here, to me, Something in his brilliant mind had gone wrong. I looked up quickly and came to a screeching halt in front of what, had been in my haste, a blurred and purple mass. Now I noticed that mass was a pissed of Carla in her usual purple scrubs.
"Ahhhh What now Carla?"
"Why are Bambi and Turk hiding in the closet?"
I gave her the most annoyed, impatient look I could muster and simply replied "Cupcakes."
"Are you insane?" she asked knowing full well what the answer would be.
"No," I replied smugly "I'm a doctor. Now please? Get out of the way?"

Carla stepped aside murmuring something in Spanish. 'I just know I'm gonna be hearing about this later. But I had bigger problems right now.' I hurried past, walking as quickly as I could without attracting anymore attention then. I ran when I hit the stairway, down it I stopped at the and before exiting put on my best don't-mess-with-me-I'm-pissed face and ignored every comment thrown in my direction occasionally growling at an intern or two as I made my way to the Porsche. The medical possibilities still running through my head after that nasty coughing I'd heard. But nothing I'd thought was what I actually saw when I got to there. Jarod was sitting weakly against the car, covered in blood and arms laying limply by his sides.

Jarod looks at me with me with sad, pain filled eyes as i drop down beside him the doctor in me, running on auto-pilot and checking his vitals. "They're always shooting at me...," he coughed again much weaker than a few minutes ago. He tried to pull the zipper on his jacket, i touched his hand pulling it down myself, "For once they actually managed to hit you." I murmured in shock. As i stared at the blood soaked t-shirt as Jarod drew in a long labored breath and his eyes fell closed...