creative_muses: If you knew the world would end in one week, what would you do? (352)
The world is going to end in a week. Right. No more patients, no more medical books, no more Cuddy's cleavage dirty looks. I sure as hell wouldn't waste my time at the hospital. Let them all die, the sky is falling anyway.
I'd hire a hooker. For the whole week. Paid up front. Hookers probably wouldn't know the world was ending. She'd think she'd already died and gone to Heaven anyway. Hell, I'd get two. Maybe three. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. One who can cook, for sure. I'm going to eat well, take my pills, and drink as much as I can.
I'm not going to call my mother, I won't answer the phone if she calls. I have nothing to say to her, there's nothing she could say that I want to hear. Apologies that come at the end like that, don't matter, don't mean anything. I died once. Legally dead, for over a minute. I've been on that train. I know what goes through your head when you think, when you really believe, you're going to die.
And the truth is, everybody lies. Death is the only sure thing in life. From the moment you're born, death is imminent. There's no cure, kids. We're all here, and we're all going to die. It could be today, tomorrow, next week, or next year, but we're all headed for the same prize.
Some of us are more aware of it than others. I'm a doctor. I've seen death in action. I've seen someone turn it around at the last possible second. I've seen the whole spectrum. I've lived it, and lived to tell about it.
Every morning when I wake up, I wonder if I'm going to be able to get out of bed. If I'll be able to walk. I pop a couple Vicodin. I check my eyes for signs of jaundice and liver failure. And then I haul my ass up and go to work.
If I found out today, that I've only got a week to live, nothing would really change because I'm already dying.
I'd hire a hooker. For the whole week. Paid up front. Hookers probably wouldn't know the world was ending. She'd think she'd already died and gone to Heaven anyway. Hell, I'd get two. Maybe three. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. One who can cook, for sure. I'm going to eat well, take my pills, and drink as much as I can.
I'm not going to call my mother, I won't answer the phone if she calls. I have nothing to say to her, there's nothing she could say that I want to hear. Apologies that come at the end like that, don't matter, don't mean anything. I died once. Legally dead, for over a minute. I've been on that train. I know what goes through your head when you think, when you really believe, you're going to die.
And the truth is, everybody lies. Death is the only sure thing in life. From the moment you're born, death is imminent. There's no cure, kids. We're all here, and we're all going to die. It could be today, tomorrow, next week, or next year, but we're all headed for the same prize.
Some of us are more aware of it than others. I'm a doctor. I've seen death in action. I've seen someone turn it around at the last possible second. I've seen the whole spectrum. I've lived it, and lived to tell about it.
Every morning when I wake up, I wonder if I'm going to be able to get out of bed. If I'll be able to walk. I pop a couple Vicodin. I check my eyes for signs of jaundice and liver failure. And then I haul my ass up and go to work.
If I found out today, that I've only got a week to live, nothing would really change because I'm already dying.