#i drew him looking up and my first thought was uppies

[wishfulsketching]

Season 1 Silco, my beloved

[sorrydearie]

I really love your writings of scrubs JD/Cox! Just *chefs kiss* perfection! If you’re still taking prompts how about some hurt/comfort surrounding something happening to one of their kids? Who holds up the brave face and who breaks down in the hallway? Or is it both? I dunno I just think they’re both fantastic dads and supporting each other through the worst brings out the best. But no worries if this isn’t your cup of tea! Just thought I’d try to provide some inspiration. You’re awesome

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I.

JD almost walked past the room. Truth be told, he had expected more: heavily-armed guards and a handpicked team of on-call nurses, each trained in a top-secret government facility that specialized in the medical care of children. But Jack Cox’s hospital room looked remarkably like any other – except that it also looked like someone had robbed Sacred Heart’s hospital shop and dumped its merchandise all over Jack’s bed and nightstand.

Leaning against the doorway, JD took in the glowing nightlight, the assortment of teddy bears, the many get-well-soon cards. And the little boy in the hospital bed, looking lost and forlorn. Jack was still awake, nursing a mug of hot chocolate. His hair was all sticky-uppy; Dr. Cox must have ruffled it in an attempt to cheer him up.

When Jack noticed him, he gave him a small wave. There was a redness to his eyes that tugged at JD’s heart.

“You okay, Champ?”

“My tummy hurts.”

“I bet it does,” JD said, his voice warm with sympathy. “Mine hurt a lot when they removed my appendix.”

“Janice?” Jack looked at him with big eyes. “Were you… were you scared?”

“Can I tell you a secret, Jack?” He asked in a conspiratorial whisper. “I was very scared. But I didn’t need to be. The doctors here are the best and your dad is making sure that you get the best care in the world. Plus, you’ll have a super cool scar! The other kids will be jealous!”

The corners of his lips twitched, and soon enough Jack was smiling shyly up at him.  

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you,” Jack said. And then, a moment later, “JD.”

II.

“Psssh, Carla!”

He watched as Carla whirled around, her eyes flying over him – once, twice – before they widened in realization.

“Dr. Cox? What are you wearing?”

Perry drew the hem of his fishing hat lower, almost knocking off the pair of tinted sunglasses in the process.

“I don’t want anyone to see me.”

Carla rolled her eyes. “Because you don’t want the interns to pester you?”

“Nnno, because-” He cut himself off and clenched his teeth, looking furtively around to make sure that the coast was clear. He didn’t have the time to deal with any witnesses. “I need your help.”  

He hoisted Sammy further onto his hip. In a truly desperate attempt to disguise him, Perry had dressed him up in a lion’s costume. It was the same onesie Jennifer Dylan had worn to Halloween the year before.

“Oh, hi Sammy. Don’t you look adorable!” Carla cooed as she reached out to ruffle the fluffed-up lion’s mane.  

“We were on the playground and he fell over.”

Carla blinked at him.

“He fell over, Carla.”

Still no reaction. Was he speaking in tongues?

“Carla, Newbie is going to kill me,” he said slowly. “He’ll file for custody and - because he isn’t an emotionally-crippled narcissist with a drinking problem and three restraining orders to his name - he will win. Which means I’ll be forced to sneak around the playground, hanging back in the bushes with the perverts if I ever want to see Sammy again.”

“Okay wow,” Carla said, shaking her head as if she’d just come out of one of Newbie’s patented daydreams. “There’s so much to unpack here, I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about you start by helping me fix him up?”

“He looks fine to me.”

“Fine?” Perry said, his words coming out a bit high-pitched. “You call this fine? His cheek is all scraped-up!”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in to examine the damage anyway.

“You mean that teeny-tiny scrape on his cheek? This one here?”

“I’ve disfigured him, Carla.”

“I’ve seen worse scrapes on Jack.”

“Yeah, but that-” He cut himself off, realizing how stupid he sounded. It wasn’t that he loved Jack any less than Sammy. It was just that… well, Newbie had trusted him. Trusted that he would look after Sammy and return him in one piece. And he had failed.

Carla sent him one of her looks – stern and judgmental. It made him feel like an insect caught underneath the cellophane glass of a microscope. Vulnerable.

“JD isn’t going to take Sammy away from you because – believe it or not – you’re as much a father to Sammy as JD is. Now take off that stupid hat and help me find the Spiderman band-aids.”

Perry grumbled under his breath but followed her anyway. “Do you have any Frozen ones? Sammy likes those better.”

III.

A cup of coffee entered his view. Coal-black and steaming, and just what he’d needed.

“Thanks, Newbie.”

JD plopped down in the chair next to him, legs stretched out and shoulders brushing up against his. Somehow his presence was enough to weaken the ache in his chest, the coiled tension in his shoulders.

It gave him enough strength to voice the worst of his thoughts.

“What if-”

“She’ll be fine,” JD said with such confidence that – for the first time – Perry understood how worried parents felt when they talked to a doctor. How much they needed the constant reassurances, the coddling and the consolation. The hope. “She’ll be back to adding new crayon masterpieces to our bedroom wall in no time.”

A strangled laugh escaped his throat.  

“Yeah,” he said, allowing himself to believe it. To believe that just this once, everything would work out in his favor.  

With a sigh, he slowly reached out to entwine their fingers in JD’s lap. It stopped his hands from shaking, and even managed to calm the frantic racing of his heart.  

And, he supposed, it was good to know that he wasn’t alone.