Author's Note: Sorry I didn't really put a lot of notes like I wanted to at the end of the first chapter, and I was rushing to finish the very last part, so it's really fast…x_x; I actually went back and corrected it…again, as I said, please look over the medical stuff…ugh…but anyways, a little more on this story.

Okay, so it's officially going to be five chapters long, and the fourth and fifth chapters will probably be the best. X] In this chapter, I'm actually going to describe the severity of Becky's injuries…:P As I said, I was rushed in the last chapter, but go ahead and let your imaginations be creative because it's pretty bad. Anyways, this chapter will really be where the story starts to actually get on its feet. It was seriously difficult to write the first chapter for various reasons but hopefully, I did better on this one.

P.S.S.: The story's POV changes and I'll go ahead and point out how it'll be…

Ch. 2 – Elliot

Ch. 3 – Dr. Cox

Ch. 4 – Dr. Cox, Elliot, Dr. Cox, Elliot

Ch. 5 - Elliot

JD, Turk, Jordan, Carla, and I rushed into the ICU to assist on the new patient with Dr. Cox and he was just as flabbergasted as we were once we saw the severity of this woman's injuries, of which I couldn't believe and I started to swell up.

Jordan's eyes glared emptily at the woman and she said, "It's another one…wow. Number twelve…"

"Oh my God," I stammered as I finally broke out in tears, Carla grabbing hold of my petite form.

"Who on earth would do such a thing…," Carla mumbled under her breath, looking directly at Dr. Cox's bewildered face while comforting me.

"Damn," Turk lamented gravely.

JD gazed at her, incredibly stunned at the woman's injuries, which was no lie that they were life threatening and the odds were she probably wouldn't make it.

Who could do such a thing to someone?

After only an hour, we were able to recover Ms. Connor's medical records, and I stayed with her the entire time even though it was really hard because of her appearance and…just what happened to her, it made me very upset. Her condition didn't look good at all and it's estimated she wouldn't make it over night, but I just kept hoping for a miracle. Her entire face was nearly unrecognizable. Her eyes were swollen shut, she had severe swelling of the face, bruising, and she had scars all over from being cut up and thrown against glass. Her entire body from head to toe was beaten and cut, and she lost a significant amount of blood during that whole entire squabble. Even her short brunette hair looked like it had been pulled out and worn.

After a few minutes of taking her vitals, I left for lunch. As I walked into the cafeteria, I noticed that the gang wasn't there yet, just Dr. Cox. I was still too angry with him to sit at the same table as him. Why not make it interesting? I'll just not even acknowledge he's there and keep walking past him. Wait…what if that makes him mad? What if he verbally assaults me again? Frick, stop thinking that way, Elliot! You haven't been Negative Nelly in over a week and you can't start this now! Just walk by him and get it over with!

Recomposing myself, I loosened my posture and face to an ease and took a deep breath. I picked up my tray and walked into the danger zone as I approached Dr. Cox's table and looked straight ahead of me, not even remotely acknowledging his presence and I started to walk by. Yes…yes! I was going to—

"Sit down, you're not going anywhere there, Barbo," he spoke lowly, stopping me in my tracks.

Without thinking, I immediately sat down in the chair in front of him that he pushed out with his leg. I was shocked that he wanted me to sit down with him, unless he wanted something from me, but what? I sat down and looked at my tray for a moment. I lifted my chin up and took a quick glance at him and of course, he was staring at me with a fixed expression of pure seriousness. I quickly looked back down at my tray and was then startled by him.

"Eat," he said mildly as I shuddered. I promptly picked my fork up and started eating my salad. Luckily, I heard Turk and JD laughing and coming over to the table to sit down and eat, so luckily I wasn't forced to be in an uncomfortable conversation with Dr. Cox, because I just didn't want to hear what he might have wanted to say to me, because he obviously wanted to tell me something because of the way he let his mouth hang slightly, but now his aggravated facial expression directed towards them told me he definitely wasn't going to say anything now.

"Hey, Elliot!" JD shouted out happily. He sure was in a better mood than I was, that was for sure, considering what all has happened today.

"Aren't we the bearer of sunshine and kittens today there, Michelle. What are you so happy about anyway?" Dr. Cox grunted, staring at his food.

"Turk was just telling me this great blonde joke," he paused abruptly, choking on his words and realizing what he just said in front of me, and looked back at Turk hesitantly, "tell her, Turk." He just dug his grave, that ass.

Turk stood there for a brief moment with a look of terror and guilt coursing through his throat, noting my slightly angered expression at the subject of the joke.

"Um…um…," he stuttered nervously for a moment, and then suddenly he was teeming with a flash of optimism, I'm guessing for a better reaction from me, "yeah, here's how it goes. There was a blonde lady that walked into a gas station to pay for her gas and she asked the manager for help getting back in the car because she apparently locked the keys inside her car. The manager asked if she had any windows open and she said she had the front window cracked and he gave her a clothes hanger to unlock it with. The manager walks out there to check on her progress only to see another blonde in the car giving her directions to where the lock is!" He and JD both couldn't help but to break out belly laughing, and for whatever crazy reason, I found it kind of funny and smirked a little bit, but not without immediately regaining my annoyed bearing.

To my not-so surprise, Dr. Cox grinded his teeth together as he always did when JD did something stupid or idiotic and got up to leave. "Dear God, Sheila," he moaned and left hurriedly.

I was so relieved that he was gone! Now I could eat without him having to bother me and corner me like he always did. Why was he always so judgmental of me anyway when he claims to not even particularly care about me? Was I even worth the breath to him, or did he just enjoy insulting people for funsies? Either way, I was just grateful towards those two morons for getting rid of him and I wasn't going to hold that stupid joke against them anymore. "Thanks so much for getting rid of Dr. Cox for me, you guys!"

They both looked at me, clearly very puzzled, and they uttered in unison, "Uh, you're welcome?" as I began finishing my salad and smiling at them, doing a little happy dance in my seat without actually standing up, because, you know, I can't dance.

During my break, I went to the phone booth to call Brian. I dug through my pockets for the piece of paper he gave me on our first date with his number and a little heart beside it—aw! I picked up the phone and started dialing.

"Hello?"

I smiled radiantly and spoke, "Hey! How are you, what have you been up to?"

He remarked, sarcastically joking with me, "No good, obviously."

"Ha ha, you're so funny," I stated mockingly, "oh yeah, guess what? We had this patient come in earlier today who had almost been killed," I said kind of despondently, "and she's in critical condition, but the sad part of it is they aren't giving her until maybe morning to live," I told him.

He paused for a moment and I could almost see him smiling as he chuckled, "Is that so? How interesting," he said casually.

I started twirling the phone cord and smiled only lightly, just trying to think of him, keeping my mind off of Ms. Conner, "Yeah, her name is Becky Conner and she's thirty-four, and it's so sad what happened to her. Nobody knows who's behind it yet, but the only information they can connect to her attack has something to do with a serial killer that has appeared over the last month or so," I stated quieter than usual.

I could hear him sighing, and he said, "Yeah, it is sad," muttering lightly.

I could tell I probably made this phone call pretty depressing, typical me, so I decided to ask him finally what I was really calling him about. "Hey, do you want to come over to the hospital and visit for a little while? I don't have a lot of patients, so we can spend a little time together today. I'm just currently monitoring and checking on Ms. Conner as of right now, actually, but there are lots of other doctors covering, too," I asked curiously, hoping I wasn't sounding too pushy about it.

"Sorry, Elliot," he started grudgingly, "but ever since I was little, I've been afraid to walk into hospitals because of needles. My nurse missed my vein over a dozen times and it traumatized me ever since, so it's almost impossible for me to walk into one anymore," he ended dimly, faintly snickering. "I really am sorry though. How about we watch a movie or something at your apartment tonight, say?"

I sighed, clearly I had embarrassed myself. Luckily, we both shared the mutual wanting to be with each other, so I agreed. "Sure! How about we watch Titanic?" Crap! I forgot, not all guys share my Leonardo DiCapriofascination like I do! I probably just sounded totally lame, great; I've already ruined things before anything began!

He laughed jovially, "Of course! I know this is weird for me to say, but I love that movie and could watch it over and over again," he finished, cackling.

"Great! It's a date then!" I exclaimed. Then I realized…maybe I shouldn't have said that, it may have been too quick.

"Yeah, a date," he muttered, still vaguely snickering.

I gave him my address and told him to meet me there at 7 o'clock, so we'd have plenty of time to watch it. I was so excited! I just couldn't understand what it was about him that made me literally bounce off clouds for him, I just didn't get it. It doesn't matter anyways, because tonight is all about Brian and the tissues I will need throughout the entire movie, it's just so amazing and sad and happy and…amazing! Tonight is going to be extraordinary, I can already feel it.

I walked into the break room in the evening and to my surprise, saw both JD and Dr. Cox together. Of course, Dr. Cox was ranting again.

"…and Heather, if you're just going to keep following me around like a lost puppy after being in this hell-hole for five years now, so help me God that I don't take that tail between your legs and yank it right the hell off, sister, and I mean every word I say, so don't you dare come to me for answers to a simple procedure you had already learned back when you were an intern. Now, go!" he whistled violently and JD backed right up into me, causing him to drop his chart.

"Oh, God—I'm so sorry!" I shrieked in fault.

"No, no, Elliot! It's—"

"No, JD, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been there in the first place!" I stated somberly, picking his chart up for him, handing it to him.

"No, it's okay, Elliot, really it is," he stammered nervously, almost upset.

"Tell me, Barbo, why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be watching over Ms. Conner, our attack patient?" he asked me inquiringly, folding his arms to signify dominance and a foreboding diatribe coming along.

"Oh, uh," I hesitated, regretting Dr. Cox being around, "I was wondering if someone could cover Ms. Conner and the rest of my patients tonight, about around seven, please?"

"Don't tell me you're going out with that guy again, Elliot?" asked JD almost angrily.

Did he seriously have a problem with that after what he did to me? Before I could speak though, Dr. Cox interrupted.

"Now, Barbie, let me clue you in on a little something here—you can't just take off every single night your pea-plucking heart pleases, because that just isn't how things work around here and you know that, because as I just got through saying to Larissa here, you've been in this dump for five long years. It just doesn't work that way," he said, possibly the slowest tirade I've heard from him in a while, although taking just as long.

"I'm not taking every night off, just this one night!" I shouted as my voice started to break. Why couldn't I just wait until tomorrow? I need the hours in anyway, besides, isn't it too soon to see him after less than twelve hours?

"I'll cover your patients, I'm free tonight…," JD mumbled surprisingly, catching me off guard by a whole lot as I stared at him, stunned.

"W-what was that now, Sierra?" stuttered Dr. Cox in utter shock.

"A-are you sure about that, JD?" I asked, still befuddled by his sudden advocacy.

"Yeah," he muttered, clearly regretful, "I'll take care of Ms. Conner and your patients." I will never understand that guy, no matter what, but I totally owe him and Dr. Cox now.

Suddenly, our pagers went off—a code. We began our course quickly to the ICU to Ms. Conner's room, who was going into cardiac arrest.

Dr. Cox grabbed the paddles as everyone assisted. "Clear!"

Zap!

No pulse. "Again!"

Zap!

Still no pulse.

Once more, we tried to revive her.

Zap!

We all stopped in our places…she was gone.

"Call it, Bambi," mumbled Carla mournfully, looking over at JD.

"Time of death: 17:36."

Dr. Cox threw the paddles against the wall and went on his infamous tirade, cursing and knocking down everything in his path as we all stood there, frozen. He put his hands behind his head and shouted, "DAMN IT!"

No one could move. It literally happened so fast. We just stood there, as if hoping for Becky to wake up, to say it was all a joke, but she never would. We knew she wouldn't, yet we all looked at each other as if time had stopped for a brief moment. We all stood there as Dr. Cox unleashed all his anger because he couldn't save her. No one could. We knew she would go, yet we all still hoped for a miracle.

I took a deep breath and held back my tears as strong as I could. "She's gone."

JD came up behind me and gently placed his soft hand on my shoulder. "Go, we'll take care of everything from here," he said warmly as I let my tears fall silently.

How was I supposed to enjoy my night like this?

We sat there on the couch for the longest time before starting the movie. I told Brian what happened and he understood I needed a little while to clear my head, but soon we got to talking more and I cheered up a little, enough to actually enjoy Titanic the way it was meant to be enjoyed, with both happy and sad tears.

We sat through the movie the entire four hours, briefly talking about certain scenes and showcasing our Titanic trivia amongst one another to see who knew the most, and of course, Brian took the gold. Though, I couldn't help but to notice this intensity between the two of us, which petrified me into thinking that I may have been coming off as overbearing to him, or maybe it was just me. After a while, he didn't seem as jubilant as he had been the last day or so. He almost seemed disconnected from me and that scared me. Why don't I ever take Dr. Cox's advice and shut my mouth during important opportunities such as this one?

I walked Brian to the door, luckily holding hands, and we kissed.

"Thanks Elliot, I had a wonderful time tonight and really enjoyed the movie with you," he uttered solemnly.

I couldn't help but to notice this quiet intensity of his and sudden grip in his hand as he held mine as we stared at each other. I kept smiling nonetheless and said, "Yeah, I had a great time tonight too, Brian. Maybe we can do this again Saturday? I actually have the day off this time," I started, "and believe me, with all the crap I'm getting from Dr. Cox right now, I will probably end up having to go in for the entire day and then having to take it off for our night out, which of course isn't your fault at all, it's just my job requires me having so many hours in a week and it does cut into my personal life some, but that's okay because I've made it work out before, and—" suddenly, he clutched my hand and shoved me into the door, my hand hitting the doorknob and jolting it, and I yelped.

At that very moment, I looked up into his eyes, shocked and frightened, only to notice this completely different person whose heated intensity burned into my soul through my shocked and frightened eyes.

Pretty soon she'll figure out you can never get him out of your head.

Author's Note: So that's it for this chapter! Wow, what a feat to write this sucker…my hands feel like they have arthritis, this thing has gone through so many revisions. -.- I didn't realize how hard it was to get in character with Elliot so it's really weird…forgive me…I'm seriously not the best writer out there, I'm certainly no Bells of Tomorrow. :P Horrendousness aside, I hope the actual story and idea outweigh my writing skills…blegh…everything happened too fast…x_X

Also, I know that they haven't really talked much about the serial killer but that's because they don't until the next chapter in Cox's POV, so be waiting. 8D

The next chapter will definitely be a doozy to write, simply because the end I haven't quite figured out, even in the plot, it's basically rough and hopefully, it'll transcend well into the next chapter, of which I am really anticipating and the final chapter. Plus, I have a really bad problem going on right now in my family, of which may prevent me from concentrating so well, so you may not get it until next week, hopefully, that is. Anyways, later!