Hey. So odds are no one really remembers "My Comatose Dreams", but it was my worst and I wrote it quite a while back. I loved the plot, but I feel that I didn't give it justice. So I have decided to re-write it and improve it. If people want to review that would be amazing. If they don't, oh well, this is something I need to do. It's quite different to the last one – not to mention the fact that in this it's established JD/Cox.

I don't own Scrubs. This is slash and Kim, Jack and Sam don't exist. Jordan didn't come back.

My Distorted Reality

Chapter 1 – My Rainy Car Ride

Baby, I hate days like this. Caught in a trap, I can't look back. Baby, I hate days like this. When it rain, rain, rain, rains.

"Bambi? Can you hear me?"

Carla's voice sounded distant to JD's ears. His felt like he was underwater and she was calling to him from the surface. Either that or someone had decided his head was a suitable storage space for a whole lot of wool. Or to be more accurate, a storage place for a whole sheep.

The young, apparently injured, doctor tried to pull his eyes open and he was baffled to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. A weight was on them, keeping them pinned shut. Or at least that's what it felt like.

Many questions were on his mind at that moment in time. For one, what had happened? Did they catch the elephant that had stomped all over his body?

"Hey Vanilla bear. Look, please wake up. I don't know how much more I can take of this, man. It's too hard. You shouldn't be here. You should be up and about cramping my style."

Being a good do-er, JD hated to disappoint or worry anyone- especially Turk. And at that moment Turk sounded very worried, almost desperately so. Disregarding his own pain and concern he tried his hardest to open his unresponsive eyes. He inwardly winced at the pain, but he wasn't going to give up. Not when Turk needed him to try.

The light was almost piercing as he managed to crack his eyes open an inch. Pleased with his success he allowed himself a short break, but apparently the world had other ideas for him. Not rest for the weary.

"JD?" a familiar female voice asked. So Elliot was there too, he reasoned. All the more reason to keep on trying. More prepared this time he opened his eyes for a second and this time, managed to keep them open. Although not particularly wide.

Carla, Elliot and Turk were all sitting around the bed he was lying on. The hard plastic chairs didn't look too comfortable but none of them seemed to care. His heart stopped as he realised he was in Sacred Heart Hospital. The room itself was fairly average, although he was pleased to note it was private. White floors, white walls, so much white. What idiot had designed the room? His eyes (and the eyes of many other patients) would have preferred a much warmer and less startling colour when he first woke up.

He didn't dare voice it out-loud, but he had noticed that one Doctor Perry Cox wasn't huddled around his sick bed like the others. If he was being honest he was hurt, had the roles been reversed he would have been by his bed side in an instant. They were supposed to be going out after all. Surely he meant something to the man.

"W..what happened?" The young man winced at hoarseness of his voice. Not to mention the fact that the few words had cause a stab of pain to run across his throat. He wanted some water but a brief scan around the room showed that there wasn't any.

Carla slowly reached over on her chair and gently held JD's hand.

"What do you remember JD?"

He paused, wanting a quick moment to think and gather his thoughts before replying to her.

"Um...I'm not sure really. I think I remember leaving the hospital with Dr Cox." He frowned at the expression on the woman's face. She looked very confused.

JD slowly raised his aching neck and took a quick gaze down his mangled body. His arm was in plaster and the rest of him was covered in a litter of assorted cuts and bruises. John was also attached to numerous monitors which was a rather odd feeling.

Almost grinning, he realised this was a bit like a Disney film he had watched recently. "Inspector Gadget". It was like the scene after the infamous car accident, when Inspector Gadget found out that his body had been toyed with a changed dramatically.

It would be so cool to be Inspector Gadget...

-JD is wearing a large, brown trench coat and a brown hat. He is standing at the sink, attempting to brush his teeth. He shouts "Go go Gadget toothpaste!" and bubble gum coats both him and the mirror.-

"..Stupid glitches."

His friends all looked slightly scared and for the first time since he had woken up, he took a proper look at them. Besides the paleness and tiredness, the first thing JD noticed about all three of them was the lack of scrubs. Which confused him. Surely one of them had to be on call? Carla was the first to break the silence.

"Why on earth were you at the hospital with Perry? Is their something wrong? And wait what?..Did you say "Doctor" Cox?" Carla went pale and put a hand to her friends forehead in concern.

"Yeah? We were both on call tonight. Why aren't you wearing your scrubs?"

For the first time Elliot spoke.

"JD. Do you think we work here?" She turned to Turk and Carla "I think you had better get a doctor, I think he has a concussion."

"A concussion? Guys, what are you talking about? Of course we work here!" his eyes were watering with the effort to talk "Can you tell me what happened now please? And where is Perry?"

Turk gently pushed his shoulders down so he was lying back down on the bed "Just stay still dude. A doctor will be through in a minute."

But you are a doctor! Well a surgeon, but same thing!

JD succumbed and lay back down as Turk continued to push him down. Growing steadily more frustrated at the way his friends were acting he didn't bother voice his annoyance out loud. The door burst open and a man wearing a white coat walked over to the bed.

"Good evening Mr Dorian. How are you feeling?" JD froze at the term "Mr", he hadn't been called that since he had graduated medical school. The doctor took the silence as an okay and continued on.

"Your friends tell me your having a little trouble remembering things. It's okay, perfectly normal after an accident such as yours, but before I can properly diagnosed you I'm going to have to ask you a few questions."

"Name?"

"Jonathan Michael Dorian"

"Age?"

"30"

"Occupation?"

"I'm a doctor here."

The doctor frowned "I think you have a minor case of traumatic amnesia."

JD grew bored of the charade and decided to prove that he was sane, ""Organic damage, usually due to head trauma, most often transient and linked to the severity of the injury. And this is apparently retrograde, since you seem to think I have lost my past,which I haven't by the way, but doesn't seem to be anterograde according to what you think."

"Ah, your friends did mention that you teach at a high school. I'm guessing you teach Biology?"

The young man on the bed frowned. High school? Why was this man disregarding everything he said?

"Your memory will return fully in time. I suggest you relax and we will get some painkillers for your arm."

JD wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry at the situation. Apparently he wasn't a doctor even though he knew he was as he had been doing it for the past four fucking years of his life. And to make it even better he was apparently a biology teacher. Perfect! And he still had no idea what had happened!

As he sank into the pillows, closing his eyes, he heard the door open.

"Hey Newbie. How ya feeling?" Oh God, the hallelujah chorus was playing. Doctor Cox had walked into the room wearing a lab coat and he had called him Newbie. At last, someone knew what was going on.

"Perry!" He reached out and grabbed his partners hand and was rather alarmed when the man in question retracted his hand after about a point of second.

"Whoa! Amanda! I know you've been in a car accident, but that doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly let you start touching me. Na-ho way in this God forsaken earth will I let you do that.!"

Eyes scrunched up in confusion, JD frowned, "Perry, no one is here. You usually hold my hand in private.. and what's all this about me being a Biology teacher?" Perry. What happened?"

Perry had a solemn expression on his face and he put his "serious tone on" " I heard you had a major concussion, but I didn't think you'd be this bad. I would have came earlier but I had an after school study class to run. I'm really not meant to say anything. Your meant to figure it out yourself, but there was an accident JD. A bad one. You were in a coma for a week after some drunken idiot crashed onto your car head on. Worried your gal pals to no end. I don't know where you got the idea that we're going out. Not even a head injury could create something that ridiculous" the words cut a sharp pang into JD's chest, "Your not a biology teacher. I am. You're a drama teacher. That's just tot-ally your scene, can't imagine you teaching something else as it's just so fitting."

JD lay in shock for a long time after Perry had finished. His brain had just created his entire life? That couldn't be true. He could remember actually going to medical school. He could remember having his appendix out, he could remember hanging around with Turk, he could remember most of his patients, he could remember dating Elliot and then eventually dating his long time crush and mentor Dr Cox. That couldn't possibly all be a lie created within a week. He couldn't remember a single thing about being a teacher. It just didn't fit at all. In fact, he could remember the accident if he really thought about it.

-Apparent flashback-

"Newbie! Why the hell are you all wet? Thank God you got rid of the girly gunk on your hair, but I don't think dunking your head into a pond was the best way about it."

The younger doctor shivered and Perry felt his stony façade break.

"My patient in room 208, Mrs Robertson, got admitted because she was cooking and she slipped. She was afraid that she had left her oven on during all the commotion so I said I would check it for her, but Sasha is still in the garage after the Janitor trashed it, so I had to walk for miles in the rain-"

Typical Newbie. Always having to go the extra mile. JD stopped as Dr Cox immediately started pulling into a spare room. He sat still as Perry grabbed a towel and started rubbing his hair over. He felt the older man stop and he opened his eyes to see Dr Cox lean towards him.

He opened his mouth gratefully to Perry's kiss and after he had been kissed thoroughly the older man put his forehead to his.

"I was worried JD. Next time make sure to tell someone where you are going. No one had any idea where you were."

A stab of guilt shot through JD's chest but he smiled at the concern. He still couldn't believe that Perry actually cared about him.

"Come on Anne and I'll take you home."

"In the Porshe?"

Perry rolled his eyes "Stupid Newbie. What do you think?" He escorted the damp man out the building, toward the parked Porshe. JD hesitated slightly before he climbed into the passenger side. He never knew how Perry was going to act. In public he usually kept up his bastard façade and at home he was amazing. But they weren't at home...

A few seconds passed and he hadn't been shoved out the car so he allowed himself to relax. The car started to move and JD risked a peek at his partner, only to find him looking straight back. He blushed and looked away.

"Are you okay? Seem a bit flustered there Newbie."

JD nodded his content and looked back out the window. He heard a baritone chuckle and the sounds of the radio being turned on.

They sat in a content silence, both looking forward to getting to JD's apartment for the same reason.

"Perry?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

"No problem Newbie."

They both leaned in for a quick kiss and it proved to be a fatal mistake.

A shrill horn pulled them apart. JD yelped and leaned over to make a mad grab for the wheel. Perry looked up and saw in a flood of terror a Jeep coming towards them in the wrong lane. JD tried to swerve them out the way but the damage had already been done.

The last sounds he heard before darkness and pain claimed him was Perry's yells mixed with his own, the last few lines of a song and the pitter patter of the rain.

-End-

"JD? Are you okay? You drifted off there." Apparently the others had came back into the room while JD was having his "flashback". He scanned the room wildly and saw that Perry was still there uninjured.

"Were you in the car with me?"

The shouted question startled most people in the room. Elliot allowed Carla to push past her and put a hand on JD's shoulder.

"No one was in the car with you JD. Your okay, everyone is okay so stop panicking yourself before we all get kicked out for working you up."

But everything wasn't all right in JD's book. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong! He was the only sane person and everyone else had gone mental he concluded despite what evidence was suggesting.

"Shelia, wake up."

"I'm awake Perry."

D- Mr Cox titled his head, "I didn't say anything Newbie. Don't call me Perry."

Now it was JD's turn to be even more confused "But..I thought..." He shook his head, he was clearly just hearing things.

"Come on Newbie, surely you have had enough beauty sleep. Trust me when I say you don't need it. The hospital needs you, your friends needs you, your black wife needs you. I need you. A lot."

JD's mouth was agape. That was just freaky. Perry's mouth hadn't moved at all there.

"WAKE UP DAMMIT!"

Were the voices just in his head? No one else seemed to react them. In fact they were all awkwardly looking around the room. Occasionally exchanging words.

"Please wake up Vanilla bear..."

Great! So now he had an inner Turk as well? Swell.

"Shit! Gandhi! He's coding!"

Wait! What? Who the hell was cod-

JD felt his chest start to close up and he felt himself start convulsing.

"Shit! Newbie! Get a doctor Gandhi!"

He felt everything start to go dark as he fought desperately for breath.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

He felt what seemed like an electric bolt rip through his body, heard a sigh of relief and then nothing...

End of Chapter 1.

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