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Day 10. Early Morning
Who: Elliot Reid, Kim Boggs and eventually Andy Gallagher
What: Arriving
Where: Near the church
When: Early Morning
Rating: Let's say "R"
Status: Active

The smell of dirt was the first thing she was aware of as she began to regain consciousness.  Sacred Heart had a specific smell of disinfectant and sterilization that never really left her even when she went home and lit her candles - Mmm, apple cinnamon - and tried to leave the day behind.  She didn't mind it now as much as she used  to, had even come to embrace it as being part of a doctor, but now as she became aware of the sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping she recognized it's absence.    She thought she might be back in the free clinic, having fallen asleep on one of the beat up arm chairs in the tiny prison they called a doctor's lounge, the untrimmed hedge outside the barred window whispering to her that she was so much better than all of this, but as she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on the ground in the middle of a clearing she realized this clearly wasn't the case.

She sat up and looked around her, her face screwing up in confusion.  How had she gotten from Sacred Heart to wherever here was?  The last thing she remembered was heading out to celebrate the fact that she had her old job, the job she'd loved, back thanks to a little Bob Kelso blackmail.  It might not have been exactly the way she would've liked to get back in the doors, but when the Chief of Medicine shows up at your free clinic with an STD he doesn't want the missus to know about, you've got to use it to your advantage.  Except now she suddenly worried that crossing Dr. Kelso had somehow gotten her stranded in the middle of nowhere.  He was a scary man and if the rumors were to be believed, the Devil.

"JD?"  She called out, sitting up and looking around.  She recognized the skirt and coordinated shirt number complete with the petite denim jacket she'd been wearing as they'd headed out with Turk and Carla for some drinks.  Except now it wasn't as cute, considering there was dirt all over it from her dirt nap.  She paused, considering that term.  No, this was no time to turn morbid.  She needed to calm down and find out what was going on.  "Carla?"  She felt something move in her hair and reached up to run panicked hands through it, pulling out sticks, leaves and a spider. 

"Frick!"  She screamed, her voice high-pitched and freaked as she pushed herself to her feet and wobbled on her black pumps.  "Frickity frick!"

Her eye caught on a small package in front of her and she picked it up. She read the emblem on the front and then opened it, looking at it's contents with a furrowed brow. What in the world would she be doing with tic tacs, socks, matches, a suture kit and anesthetics. Now she was just getting freaked out.

"This is not funny!" She yelled, turning around in a circle as she looked out along the tree line. God, this was so not funny. It felt like something straight out of one of those serial killer biographies they showed on A&E. JD knew those freaked her out! She swallowed her eye catching another swatch of color in the undergrowth and she moved forward, her heart sinking as she approached the form of another girl on the forest floor, though she was relieved to see she was breathing. Something told her this was going a little far for a joke, even for JD and Turk. Something was seriously wrong.

"Hey," she said, reaching out and shaking the girl's shoulder. "Are you okay?"