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This chapter's kind of short and maybe it was a mistake to write it when I really need to sleep, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

I'd never seen Newbie cry before.

It was strange to realise this. After his four years in this hellhole, after so many people dying and his unwise tendency to attach himself to these people, if I'd thought about it, I would've guessed that at some point I'd seen him break down and had simply pushed the memory out of my mind.

But now, when I cast my mind back, I realised that I'd never seen Newbie cry, even after all the shit. Until now. He was standing in front of me, head bowed, tears spilling onto his cheeks. No, I'd never seen Newbie cry until now, and it was because of me.

Fantastic.

The sight rendered me speechless momentarily. The insults sprang to my lips – Go on, have a sniffle there, Nancy; What, you think crying is going to make this better? – but I couldn't say a word. Newbie stumbled past me into the corridor and was gone.

I stared after him for sometime before turning to face Ghandi.

He was looking at me silently, his arms crossed. We held each other's gaze, the tension between us tautening almost to breaking point. Then he said, quietly, 'What the hell, man?'

I cleared my throat. 'Would ya mind enlightening me there what you're on about, Ghandi?' Voice back. Good.

'You know what I'm on about.' His bitter tone startled me. 'Just tell me why you're doin' this to JD.'

I planted my feet apart and reached up to quickly tap my nose. 'Well, see there, I would've thought that was obvious. Maybe it's the way he killed a patient I actually liked? Or is that too complex to bore its way through the bowling ball perched on top of your neck?'

'JD didn't kill anyone!' Ghandi's voice rose. 'You know how exhausted how he was, we all were last week! It was just a drugs mix-up that could've happened to anyone, and it happened to JD because he was so tired he couldn't see straight. He didn't deserve it, and he doesn't deserve this crap you're giving him.'

I grinned manically. 'It's too bad you feel that way. Because this crap is exactly what Newbie deserves and it's what he'll be getting for as long as I know him. So if you've got the balls to punch me in the face, or you don't – which in my opinion is extre-hem-ley likely – and you're just going to run off and tell Carla, then do it. But it's not going to change anything, I'm telling you that now.'

Ghandi's eyes were hard and furious. 'I'm not gonna do any of those things,' he said, shaking his head. 'I'm just wondering what it is gonna take to change anything. I mean, you know the kind of person JD is, right?' Without pausing for me to answer, he went on, 'And you know what'll happen if you go on like this. Are you waiting for him to do something that you'll regret for the rest of your life?'

He left.

I was alone in the middle of the room, with no one to answer to but myself.

I didn't know why I was treating Newbie like this. I honestly didn't know. Maybe it was because I wanted to make Newbie just as cynical as I was. Maybe it was because every time I started on at him Newbie just walked away, which was, frankly, a relief.

Maybe it was because when I saw him hurting I wanted him to hurt even more.

Screw him, whatever it was. Ghandi said Newbie didn't deserve this treatment, but that patient hadn't deserved to die because of Newbie's incompetence. And I'm never going to let him forget it.