Well it's been forever but hello everyone!
Title: Low Blow from On High
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The morning after become the day from hell.
Parts 1-4
When Chocolate Bears Attack
When Devil Women Attack
Beware Men Promising Candy [Part 1]
Beware Men Promising Candy [Part 2]
When Dr. Cox heard JD called in late the next day, he wasn’t entirely surprised. Seven o’clock rolled by and still no Newbie. He didn’t even blink, focusing on patients and terrorizing Elliot instead. “Could you be any more dense, Barbie?! I asked for the tox screen on Mr. Hatch NOT Mrs. Hutchinson! They are barely similar in sound and I believe I was screaming it at you! So get your head out of la la land and focus before I use it as a volleyball!”
Suddenly the blond snapped back. “Look, buddy. I don’t know what crawled up your ass this morning but don’t frickin’ take it out on me simply because your favorite boy toy hasn’t showed up.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. And Perry knew he’d flinched. He could feel his blood pressure rising. “I didn’t mean that. Meant chew toy… That doesn‘t help my case does it?”
“I’m going to count to ten. You better not be here when I‘m done or I swear I‘ll strangle you. One. Two.”
“Oh frick… “
“Three.”
“Um… I’m going to go and get that tox for you now.”
“SIX! SEVEN!” But she was gone. Only to be replaced by a very angry Carla. He turned around, running a hand over his face.
“Percival Ulysses Cox! What did you do to my Bambi?!” She spun him around and stopped dead. “Oh god you look like hell.”
“Thanks, I was going for more shit then hell but hey, I’ll take what I can get. Everyone else is taking advantage of it and growing a pair.”
She grabbed his arm and dragged him into a nearby room, “What happened?”
“Be more clear there, J-Lo.”
She glared, “You did not just pull that nick name shit on ME.”
“Sorry, Carla.”
“Now what happened? Really, JD’s hulled up in his room like he’s expecting the zombie apocalypse. I’ve tried everything! And we're already short on staff since you made those two interns quit.”
“We drank, we talked, I yelled, he cried, I left.” he said pinching the bridge of his nose, “And we played Candy Land.”
Carla blinked, then stifled giggles, “I can’t imagine you-”
“Well, we did. Alright. Big deal, I was drunk.”
“You don’t get fun drunk. You are a quiet-and-depressed-before-you-snap-and-break-everything-in-the-house drunk.”
“Well I sobered up pretty quickly so it only lasted a few hours.”
“Perry-”
“Tell your hubby he can go ahead. Send out the Surgical Anti Cox Force and his dear princess will be safe from my wrath for all time.”
“What?” But Perry wasn’t saying more on it. Carla sighed, “JD just wanted you to spend time with him.”
“And that’s another thing! Why does he even want to spend time with ME anyway? All I ever do is berate and insult him.”
“Only because you like him.” Carla said with a knowing smirk.
“You too?! Does anyone at this hospital NOT know.”
“So you admit it!”
“I-!” But he was caught. “Damn it!”
“Calm down. It’s just me and Turk.”
“And Jordan.”
The nurse winced.
“Oh yeah. That bad. And I think Elliot suspects. She just called him my boy toy.”
“Only one solution.” She said with a knowing nod. “You’re going to have to screw him, Perry.”
He openly stared at her. “What?”
“Yup. Screw his scattered brains out. He practically begs you for it. Now that you’re all aware of it, why not?”
“You’re all insane!” He yelled throwing up his hands in defeat and storming out of the room. Just then his pager went off. Ambulance on the way.
It was like something out of a bad Lifetime movie. How everything slowed down when the ambulance pulled up. White male: three broken ribs, possible internal bleeding, and concussion.
Normal emergency. Until those double doors open. Then everything went by in slow motion.
Perry was the first out there because God had something against him. Not sure why he sent him Jordan, then took her away again, then he sent him Newbie…And now it looked like he was going to take him away too. There was blood running down his temple, he was paler and more fragile looking than ever. Perry freeze up and Carla yelled as she ran up behind him, asking what the hell was the matter with him. Perry P. Cox hadn’t frozen up on a patient since he was an intern. But this… Oh god he looked bad, there was a tightening around his chest. Carla saw what he was looking at and gasped, rushing into nurse mode.
He should have been in doctor mode. But he couldn’t seem to get his legs to move. As they unloaded the stretcher Carla slapped him hard.
“Now is NOT the time for that. Bambi needs you.” And then she was after the stretcher like a Latina whirlwind.
Everything sped back up and he ran after it on auto pilot. Everything rushing by so quickly. He had to keep calm. Calm. It was a hit and run. Someone ran a red light right into his scooter, leaving him in the middle of the intersection. He knew he must be pale. He’d lost a lot of blood already. Head trauma. Cracked ribs. A few nasty glass shards removed from his skin. His breath shallow. But Perry did what we could. They all did. They stabilize him, bandage him up. No internal damage or concussion so that was a plus… Then he stayed as far away from that room as he could for the rest of the night. He avoided Carla in the halls, too, but she was persistent, finally cornering him in the on call room, “What the hell was that?”
“What was what?” Very intelligent come back, Coxxie.
“Earlier! With Bambi!”
“I-” But he had nothing. He stopped. Damn her, she knew exactly what that was. Any other doctor and she have known it. “It was nothing, little bit of a lapse in thought.”
Carla’s face softened, “You froze.” He nodded. What is wrong with him? She was giving him that look. That look that says she knew what is going on behind the bravado.
“I froze up when he needed me.” He managed to keep my voice even. Barely.
“Oh Perry.” She hugged him then and to his surprise he hugged her back. “It’s okay. He’s going to be fine. Go see him. He’s been asking about you.” He cringed. Why would the kid possibly want to see him? After the way he’d treated him?
Because he’s NEWBIE. Duh.
“Give me a sound reason and I’ll go. And none of that girl stuff. Something medical.”
“Um…” She took too long.
“Never mind, I’ll think of something.” He set his pager down on the counter, “Be back.” And he was off with a flurry of his jacket.