Disclaimer: I don't own scrubs, or it's characters.
A/N: This is slash JD/COX. If you don't like it, dont read it. Also warnigns of Angst. 100 word drabble.
Perry shouldn't be here. He should be nowhere near here. But he was, after occupational threats by Kelso, in Dr. Hedrick's office.
Hedrick, with his little smirk of satisfaction at getting the final word in, speaking about the five stages, about how he'd move on from the death eventually, how he just… didn't understand.
Perry was drunk.
He stared blankly. He heard buzzing. Acceptance? But there was no Newbie to tell him stop drinking, no bright–eyed Matilda to amuse him, to worry about him because no one else would.
JD would never kiss him again.
There was no accepting that.