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My Enemy When Dr. Cox and JD fought, which was often, everybody knew. They were loud, screaming at each other in the middle of hallways, in patients’ rooms, in front of Kelso. They chased after each other, racing through the halls, knocking over interns, gurneys, whatever was in their way. They always seemed to resolve everything with sex, angry and painful, usually in a supply closet or the on call room, though they’d take whatever they could find. There would be a few weeks of peace, a month or two at most, and then they’d be back at it. When Jordan and Elliot fought, it was much more subtle. Clipped tones, barely civil conversations in between rounds and codes. At home they’d hardly speak to each other, if at all. One would sleep on the couch, almost always Elliot. Eventually one of them, almost always Elliot, would get sick of the lack of communication and break the silence. There would often be tears, almost always Elliot, but they’d eventually work it out, if only because Jordan wanted to shut Elliot up. It would take another week or two to get back into their normal routine. When Turk and Carla fought, Carla would be in a bad mood the whole time, and Turk would seem fine until they were in the same room, when he’d shut down. They wouldn’t talk for days, sometimes weeks, until Carla finally locked Turk in a room and forced him to open up, or until he decided to forgive her. Even then, things wouldn’t really be okay – the process of actually forgiving each other took much, much longer. Nobody knew how long it could drag on, not even Turk and Carla themselves. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
