Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs. If you think I do, you're mad.

Time passes too quickly, I think. Far too quickly. Every second of every day, it's tick... tock... tick… tock… So constant, the noise might drive me mad. It's an incessant reminder that there's not much time left. I sigh and place an ice cube on the lips of the man before me. I'm sitting here cross legged on his bed, trying not to cry as not to upset him. He always said I'm overly emotional. He looks up at me with his stormy blue eyes and I look down on him with undeniable love.

"Newbie.." He struggles to day. My face twists into a mask of concern and I make a hush noise with my lips. He should be conserving his energy. He dismisses my noise with the shake of his head and takes a deep breath to speak.

"Newbie, it's almost over." He whispers, and I don't want to let the tears escape for fear of upsetting him. I nod, my throat constricted.

"AIDS sure is a bitch." He laughs bitterly, acknowledging my wince with his hand on mine.

"Perry…" I begin, but again, he shakes his head.

"Newbie, I know I didn't say this enough, and I want to say it now, say it right. These past few months… They've been hell. Newbie, you've made life worth fighting for." He whispers the last bit, and I know I can't hold it back anymore. A single tear rolls down my cheek, then another, then another, until my face is a torrent of them.

"I love you too." I whisper, and place a gentle kiss on his lips. They are dry and covered with sores, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. I felt him die in my arms. He took his last breath and died. My friend, my coworker, my mentor, my lover.

The funeral is quick, how he wanted it. I can't help but cry. Jordan sobs on Elliot's shoulder to the right of me while Jack, then four, plays with his toys. He doesn't understand that Daddy wasn't coming back. He doesn't understand, and damn it all, neither do I. Why did he have to go? After the service is over, I kick the tombstone in grief. Jack is behind me. I am watching him for Jordan. He looks at me, that bewildered innocence in his eyes. His stormy blue eyes.

"Aunt Fanny, where's daddy?" He whines, gets up and brushes himself off, just like mommy told him to do, so he doesn't get his nice suit dirty.

"Daddy…" I chose my response carefully." "Daddy went to heaven." I whisper, more for myself than for him. I take him by the hand and lead him away from the cemetery and towards Perry's car. My eyes never leave the sky. The stormy blue sky.