His last thought would be a good one, huh! Like that would help. Like that would make any difference. Like that would ease his fears. Death was coming and there was no getting round that.

Not that they were bad, these two doctors who had given up their evening simply to talk to an old man about his life, and they were honest, and he had to respect that. But they were still wrong. He didn't think anything could help ease his fears about death, he didn't think anything could do that for anyone. They had taken his mind off it, though; and stopped him from being alone. And, though he was about to die in a cold sterile hospital ward, at least it was a ward filled with laughter and not just him, slowly crying himself into the dark.

So it was this that gave him the strength to say, "Hey… guys… I'm getting a little tired ."

Turk nodded and leant back, "OK," he said, nodding encouragingly. "Take a quick nap."

"And you guys'll be here when I wake up?" He didn't know what made him ask it, just that he needed to.

"Course," said JD.

He closed his eyes and said, "Amen. That beer tasted great." he said, and he could feel their smiles even if he couldn't see them.

Last thought would be a good one, he thought. Well, he supposed the one about beer wasn't bad. The problem was he now needed to fill the short time there was before he drifted off to sleep, and there was a lot of thinking that could be done.

He started panicking slightly then, was this it? But then he took a deep breath, and drowsily remembered who was in the room with. His last conscious thought was: No, it's going to be OK. They'll be here when I wake up.

And so, in the end, George's last thought was a good one.