Shadows all around you...
JD has never really had to deal with death. Not like this anyway.
The only time he's lost someone who was more than a patient was when the high school teacher that inspired him to be a doctor died, but that didn't happen until years after he'd last talked to the man. And they weren't friends. JD had just looked up to him, respected him.
His response then was to make an insensitive joke and not deal with it.
But this time? His response has been to shut down. There was crying at first. Hot, tears of grief and fear neither could be helped. Thankfully, he was in his room when he found out and has spent most of his time there since. There aren't tears now. He wore himself out, but he's not in his room for once and that's something.
He's sitting on a couch in the common room, staring at nothing. Unfortunately for him, it is painfully obvious when he's broken. He wears his emotions on his sleeve.
Meanwhile, Luke Roberts, the 'prodigal son' (twice now), has finally made it back to Chicago from his unexpected trip to New Zealand (among other unexpected things). At least it wasn't the future this time. There is that, but it's not much.
He's standing in the lobby of the basement, flipping through his journal (which does no good in New Zealand when you don't car about the angels, supernaturals, and demons there) to try and figure out just what he's missed this time before he tries to track people down.
The only time he's lost someone who was more than a patient was when the high school teacher that inspired him to be a doctor died, but that didn't happen until years after he'd last talked to the man. And they weren't friends. JD had just looked up to him, respected him.
His response then was to make an insensitive joke and not deal with it.
But this time? His response has been to shut down. There was crying at first. Hot, tears of grief and fear neither could be helped. Thankfully, he was in his room when he found out and has spent most of his time there since. There aren't tears now. He wore himself out, but he's not in his room for once and that's something.
He's sitting on a couch in the common room, staring at nothing. Unfortunately for him, it is painfully obvious when he's broken. He wears his emotions on his sleeve.
Meanwhile, Luke Roberts, the 'prodigal son' (twice now), has finally made it back to Chicago from his unexpected trip to New Zealand (among other unexpected things). At least it wasn't the future this time. There is that, but it's not much.
He's standing in the lobby of the basement, flipping through his journal (which does no good in New Zealand when you don't car about the angels, supernaturals, and demons there) to try and figure out just what he's missed this time before he tries to track people down.