Without you... (plus mood-music-video-thing Tribute to Ben)
Click to viewJD is in a dark corner of the Inn lobby. It's not clear how long he's been there. 15 minutes... a few hours. He's wearing scrubs. Hell, he still has medical gloves on.
And he's nursing a scotch for the first time since hard alcohol nearly killed him, but not even that helps to drown away the last two hours of his life outside of the Inn.
Ben is dead. One hour he's alive, the next... gone. Completely gone. He'd spent forty minutes just trying to get his heart started again, but-
Dr. Cox's words ring in his ears.
This is your fault.
You- You can't honestly be blaming me for this.
You screwed up. I'm taking all of your patients. Go home.
Except when JD went to go home, he ended up in the Inn.
And then he ended up at the table.
And then he ended up with a scotch in his hands, staring into the distance, unable, for once, to feel... anything.