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J.D. lay there, the dim sims in his stomach unsettling his thoughts. He knew he shouldn't, he had been going so well. But now, he no longer cared. His world was spinning, and it would take him face down in the basin, before his would could empty and right itself again.
He listened to Turk's snores coming from the adjacent room. He and Carla fit so well together. As much as J.D. hated to admit it, he wanted that. He wanted to find his someone. He knew that he wasn't 'fat', but he also knew that the athletic fit guys seemed to get the girls. Dr Cox and his abs of steel, Turk, even Elliot was always leaving him for stronger guys. He couldn't compete.
As he lay there, with the dim sims swirling around inside, he felt weak, puffy, and disgusting. Where was his self-control? He ate greasy food, and never worked out. He had no boundaries, and allowed Dr Cox to treat him like the puff pastry he was. As much as he tried to never let Dr Cox's insults get to him, deep down he always hated feeling like a sissy.
Now it was time to suck it up, and do something to change the situation. He may not have shown restraint before, but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit there and pity himself.
He slowly opened his bedroom door, and crept towards the bathroom. Closing the door he turned the tap on slightly, and allowed the water to run over his fingers. As quietly as he could, he waited, until the dim sims no longer weighed him down, flowing down the drain in tiny pieces. He watched, in a slight daze, as his regret seemed to lift. Perhaps he could do this. Perhaps there was a way through.
Cleaning up, he crept back to his room, and turned off the light.