Made To Be Broken (Scrubs, JD/Dr Cox, PG)
For 2x5obsessions. Prompt: 'when everything's made to be broken'.
Perry Cox knows he’s an asshole. Really, honestly, truly, he does know. He isn’t wandering around in some delusional haze where he thinks everyone adores him and wants to have his babies, oh no.
This is a tough world. Not just the world in general, but their world, the hospital world. People get sick and they don’t ever get better. People make mistakes. People screw up and people get hurt. People - people die every day here. Everyone dies a little bit each day. He does, every time he sees someone too damn good for this place close their eyes one last time.
He used to care, once. It’s too hard to care, now. Too much energy that he just doesn’t have. He used to be able to be nice sometimes. He used to understand, not entirely but enough, how someone could love him, even after that someone had gotten over being a naïve fool and grown into a real doctor.
He sees him around sometimes. Every day, actually. Tries to avoid eye contact. Tries not to hear his voice, how it’s a lot more hollow than it was when it all began. Tries not to care. He can’t care. Not anymore. Not in this world. It’s too damn hard, is what it is.
He gets up and he does his job every day. What more is there, really?
Perry Cox knows he’s an asshole. Really, honestly, truly, he does know. He isn’t wandering around in some delusional haze where he thinks everyone adores him and wants to have his babies, oh no.
This is a tough world. Not just the world in general, but their world, the hospital world. People get sick and they don’t ever get better. People make mistakes. People screw up and people get hurt. People - people die every day here. Everyone dies a little bit each day. He does, every time he sees someone too damn good for this place close their eyes one last time.
He used to care, once. It’s too hard to care, now. Too much energy that he just doesn’t have. He used to be able to be nice sometimes. He used to understand, not entirely but enough, how someone could love him, even after that someone had gotten over being a naïve fool and grown into a real doctor.
He sees him around sometimes. Every day, actually. Tries to avoid eye contact. Tries not to hear his voice, how it’s a lot more hollow than it was when it all began. Tries not to care. He can’t care. Not anymore. Not in this world. It’s too damn hard, is what it is.
He gets up and he does his job every day. What more is there, really?