Not sure why I wrote this.. but I hope you like it. This isn't slash. It's supposed to be sorta a father/son or just friendship. I'm not that great in writing in first person so I hope it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
I walk through the hall, trying, struggling, and ultimately failing not to internally cringe at the thought of him. Every inch of this God-Damned place has some sort of memory from him. I swallow the last of my coffee, ignoring the pain as it burns my throat on the way down. It occurs to me as my stomach gives a slight rumble that I haven't eaten much since the accident. I make an internal promise to myself to start eating more again. Everything seems eerily empty without him popping over my shoulder every few seconds asking something.
It's been almost a year and a half. I'm jealous of all the people around me who don't feel the agony that is now my life. They seemed to have moved on, and I know how to hide my emotions. Now all they worry about is what to cook for dinner and whether or not they can switch shifts with someone else so they can go on their date. My beeper goes off, startling me, and I start of down the opposite hall, but it doesn't feel right.
A few hours later as I walk into the bathroom, I stare in the mirror for several minutes, searching for the old me. The man who needed nobody and was his own island. The one who swore up and down he cared for no one with the exception of Jordan and their children, but it seems no matter how hard I try all I see is dark, tired eyes staring back at me. I allow my eyelids to close, and It comes back. I can hear his laugh. I see his bright blue eyes as he runs up to tell me something I say I care nothing about. I hear his voice calling my name as I try to dodge around people to get away from him in the hallway.
"Dr. Cox!"
And my eyes open. But the young doctor I had come to care for in a parental way is gone.
My Newbie is gone.
I hope this wasn't too bad. Review?