Part: 9/100

Extra: This is short to the point, with little else sorry, please excuse it, but I needed a ninth chapter so that I could upload the 10th tomorrow FINALLY!

YAH! I now have MANY FAVORITES AND ALERTS! (And because I'm so amused by coincidental numbers it's 20 to 40 for the favs to alerts. Hehehe Multipliers)

100 Compliments:

Compliment 92

J.D made his way into the hospital, his eyes drooped and his scrubs wrinkled.

"Bambi! You look horrible. Are you feeling alright?" Carla was quick to make her way around the nurse's desk, placing a hand on the others forehead with a frown, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"Yeah, I'm fine." J.D sighed, pushing the Latino woman's hand away. "Don't worry, I've just got a lot of my mind."

Carla cocked her head so that she could make eye contact with the slouched doctor. "Well, you know Bambi, if you ever want to talk, I'll always be here."

"Yeah, thanks Carla." J.D gave her a small smile, though it didn't seem to ease the woman's worries in the least bit. "I have to go take care of my patients." He reached out for his charts, eager to get away from the woman, but he was stopped short.

"J.D...you have a new patient." He turned a slightly confused look onto her, he was certain that Elliot had stated she wanted all the new patients Carla got to go through her, with her current failed relationship she had thrown herself into work far more then usual. If there was one she thought she couldn't do or became overwhelmed she would reluctantly hand some over to the others. He figured this must be one of those cases. "Dr Cox gave her to you...she's an eleven year old girl."

"Oh." J.D let out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders. It made sense, Dr Cox never did like working with kids, though why she wasn't down in pediatrics confused him.

"She has cancer." He was still debating whether or not Carla was a mind reader.

"Oh..." J.D paused, staring down at the charts on the counter. This was not going to help his mood one bit.

|Compliment 92|

It had gone to say that J.D was not at all there. He had gone and screwed up three patients medication, and had given a femoral swan to someone who definitely didn't need it.

So after awhile he had eventually decided that he needed to lay down and try to collect his thoughts and judgments before he actually proved Dr Cox right about him and ended up killing someone with his negligence.

Or at least, that was what he had been planning on doing until he was interrupted by Dr Cox.

"What are you doing? You gave a swan to a patient with the flu."

J.D didn't answer him at first, his eyes staring up at the television, though he wasn't really even aware of what was flashing across the screen. Far to wrapped up in his own thoughts to register anything.

"Newbie." The man moved before him, blocking the television. His arms crossed over his chest. "What is wrong with you?"

J.D finally sighed, shaking his head as he sat up. "I don't know." He finally acknowledged the man. "I guess I'm just not all there today. I've been having a lot on my mind, that's all."

"You don't have time to go and worry about every patient and what's going to happen."

"No, it's not that." He couldn't tell if the man was being sarcastic or not, but in the end he answered it like he was. "I've just got a lot of things on my mind from my personal life."

Dr Cox's look hardened as he reached up to swipe the side of his nose with his thumb. "Newbie, there is a distinct line between professional life and private. When you walk through those doors, all those worries and girly fears that you drag around your personal life should nah-ever be brought with you here. Because when the only thing that's on your mind is your private life, you're going to end up either making a mistake or missing someone. The only thing that should be going through your head is whether or not you should be giving the drug addict a prescription for pain medication for that leg pain he claims to have."

"But I don't have a dru-"

"It was an example, now don't interrupt."

J.D sat there, mouth agape like he still wanted to interrupt but after a moment his head simply fell and his eyes focused on the floor. Dr Cox sighed as he moved to sit down beside the other. "Listen..." He finally stated with a softer tone. "I want you to get up and head out there, and go to that room that I know you haven't taken a step yet." The little girls room. "You want to know why? Because I cannot go into that room for the life of me with any sort of smile or sympathy...and by God Catherine...that girl needs as much sympathy and tenderness she can get right now. That's why I gave her to you, Newbie."

Dr Cox hesitated then, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, obviously his rant wasn't done, but he seemed like he was choking on the next words. Finally after a few moments of silence he opened his mouth once again. "And it's not only her that wants to see a smile on that face of yours... "He finally admitted, but then he fell silence again, sitting there, his mouth open, but nothing coming out. After awhile J.D raised an eyebrow at this peculiar behavior. "I can't believe I'm saying this." The doctor finally muttered to himself with a sigh, finally decided he was going to say it. "I like that smile a lot too."

"Really?" J.D gave a huge grin, but Dr Cox was getting up already, heading off towards the hall. Something J.D was starting to realize the man always did when he asked his a question.

"No, I just needed to add a compliment somewhere in that rant."

J.D wanted to call after him, but instead decided to let him go. Instead letting himself return to his own thoughts.

Why was it that Dr Cox always has to turn or walk away when ever he says things like that?

Not the best but I'm getting there ^_^ I've just been trying to pull whatever I can off the top of my head.

Sorry about the short little thought from J.D there, but the reason I put that but I needed it there. I just wanted to point out that J.D had indeed realized that that other doctor had a habit of doing it.

Whelp see you next chapter!