AN: #19 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion series...In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not posting these in order. They do have a specific rhythm and rhyme to them...I promise...but not really. :P Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.
This Doesn't Change the Fact that Life Goes On, Whether You've Got a Grip or Not:
"Perry, they're talking about taking my hand!" JD shouted, hurling his chart across the room. The object sailed past the older man's head, missing it by centimeters. "This isn't my tonsils or my appendix. Christ! It's not even a few fingers! It's my whole fucking hand!"
"I know," Perry nodded once, watching as an incredulous look took the young man's face.
"How can you be calm at a time like this? This is my life at stake here! My career is on the line!"
"You can still be a doctor with one hand," the older man pointed out.
JD laughed hysterically. "Yea! As a paper-pusher, maybe. Some desk jockey in a cramped office at the back of the hospital!" He started to pace, his injured hand cradled close against his chest. "I can't do CPR, use a defibrillator! I can't even hold a fucking chart and write on it at the same time! What the hell am I going to do?"
The young man's breaths began to come in shallow, shuddered gusts, and Perry could see the tears welling in his eyes that were dangerously close to falling. He straightened from his leaning position against the far wall and uncrossed his arms, taking the few steps to JD's sullen form as he collapsed into the white, plastic chair beside the hospital bed.
Perry leaned down, ignoring the ache in his knees, and took the younger man's uninjured hand in his own.
"JD, we'll get through this," he whispered sincerely.
"That's easy for you to say," the other sniffed. "They're not taking your hand."
"We'll do this together. You and me."
JD looked down at their linked hands for a long moment before he nodded, the tears behind his eyes breaking forth and spilling down his cheeks. Perry lifted the young man's chin until their eyes met, offering a meek smile. JD slid off the chair and into the other's lap, burying his face in the brook of the older man's neck.
Perry snaked his fingers through the younger doctor's gel-free hair, reveling in the softness. JD cried himself into exhaustion, slumping against the other man as he fell into a deep sleep. Perry stood with a grunt, gently placing JD on the hospital bed before solemnly picking up the phone and dialing Doctor Wen.
"Wen, this is Perry," he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from the young man's forehead. "Yea, he's ready."