My Break From Reality.

Chapter 1 - Bad Day.

A/N: I had this really random plot bunny tap me on the shoulder. It was threatening me. It said if I did not write this I would not sleep tonight... :sobs and pounds floor: He was right...:sobs harder: HE WAS RIGHT DAMMIT!!!!!

:Is guided from room by frightened looking family member:

Ahem...

Please R&R XD

Oh btw, not mine and neither is the song. And I guess this is set just after Kim is pregnant. I can't remember if Dr Cox knows about all this, so let's just pretend he does. Carla's pregnant too of course and so's Jordan. Am I the only person here in thinking that all these girlies getting pregnant at once is un-realistic!??!?!?!!?!??!?!!?!?!?! Oh well lol. I wonder what JD'll be like with a kid though... lol... him as a dad. Whoo! GOOD LUCK JD! WE HEART YOU!!!!!!!!!!!1

Okay then... I am wishing good luck to a fictitious character... even though I do know a JD whose first name is John... I used to go out with him and he looked remarkably like a mini Zach...hmmmm...

xD

Ahem...

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'Cause you had a bad day,

tell me don't lie,

How does it feel,

One more time,

You had a bad day,

You had a bad day.

Bad day - (I can't remember the singer... James Blunt...? I'll get back to you on that...)

I have had the worse day ever. Ever. I've had an all day shift from seven AM to nine PM - then some guy called in sick (yea right - he was probably down the pub right now with his record) and Dr. Cox made me do his night shift.

I swear that man has it in for me.

It's now one thirty in the morning and I'm very close to falling asleep in one of the chairs next to one of my patient's beds. I have to keep jerking my head up from where I've been - unwillingly - falling asleep. I've drunk more caffeine today than I've ever had in my life and believe me... I've had a lot of caffeine in my life. Like most of the time when I started this whole career path. It's every caffeine addict's idea of Heaven.

Used to give you one hell of a headache though...

There's a sudden burning on my leg and I force my eyes open again to peer down.

Well... that's that coffee wasted...

The coffee cup's upside down on my thigh and a deep brown stain is spreading out like a spider's web from the cup itself.

That's great.

I groan and slump further in the uncomfortable seat.

Now I have to get more coffee...

"God... Why do you hate me?" I mutter to myself as I pick up the polystyrene cup and sit it on the backside table. I curse under my breath as I force myself to my feet but I freeze as I feel something pressed against my back and an arm wrap around my neck.

"Yea... I'd say God doesn't like you today, Dr. Dorian..."

Oh crap...

I scan the room desperately but the doors shut from earlier when I shut it in a vain attempt to get some piece and quiet and now the only living soul in the room (apart from the mysterious psycho behind me) is a comatose patient. Not helpful...

Yea... this had to be one of the worse days of my life...

"W-What do you want, sir...?" I ask timidly, starting to turn my head around to see his face but a hand shoots out and stops my face from turning any further.

"I don't think so..." I can feel his breath on my neck... his soft voice is tinged with drunkenness and I can definitely smell... vodka on his breath, "Now," he continued, "I want you to listen very carefully."

I nod and whimper as surges of panic charge through my body like lightning, as the offending object is pressed further into my back.

"Don't move an inch," he whispers, "Now - I need you to get me whoever is your boss... page him now."

"I have quite a few bosses, sir," I say in a petrified voice. I feel the arm tighten around my neck and a dribble of something wet run down by back. Oh my God, I am going to die...

"Well then - let me re-phrase that. I need you to get Dr. Cox in here now."

No way. Sure, I'm scared as hell but I'm not about to put anyone else in danger. Particularly not Dr. Cox. Ooh look at me being all noble...

"No." I say defiantly, my voice impossibly steady. The arm tightens to a point where I'm struggling to take in a breath.

"I would seriously advise it..."

"No..." I choke out once more.

A sigh. Then:

"Very well then."

And then he lets go of me. Is that it...?

"So sorry for this, Dorian." he says before I feel a shooting pain in my side and the sickening feeling of something entering my body.

Bastard stabbed me...

I still don't even know what he looks like...

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TBC

I'm sorry lol - it's another one of my prologue ideas where I only continue if I know people are reviewing so I know that people like it XD

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