Title: Stages
2/5
Word Count: 228
Characters: the usual suspects
Warnings: character death, PCA
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs…unfortunately
Anger
"It's not fucking fair!" Perry yelled. Carla sat silently at the nurses' station as her friend raged.
"He wasn't supposed to die! Doctors don't die, Carla! Their not supposed to fucking die! It's all my fucking fault!"
"Perry," Carla began soothingly.
"Don't you 'Perry' me!" Dr. Cox snarled, is hands curled into fists at his sides. "And don't you start on your 'everything happens for a reason' bullshit!" he added before Laverne could speak.
"Perry, you need to calm down," Carla tried again. Perry growled and let out a yell of rage. He turned and punched the wall, leaving a dent. He stormed away, not caring where his legs took him. He looked up, surprised to see he had arrived at the room. Someone was inside. Perry went in.
"Don't you touch him!" he snarled, eyes wide. The guy from the morgue looked at him in fear.
"Dr. Kelso told me to--"
"Out!" Perry roared, cutting the kid off. The young man squeaked and ran from the room. Perry pulled a chair up to the bed and sat.
"You fucking jerk!" he yelled at the body. "You god damn fucking unfeeling prick!" Perry ignored the tears streaming down his face. He screamed until his voice gave out. Carla found him asleep with his head lying on the bed, face tear-streaked, mouth still crumpled into an angry frown.