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I have to two weeks to live. I keep repeating that in my head but it's still not setting in. I feel like this heavy weight is pushing down on my heart, figuratively speaking. Speaking of my heart, who would have thought I would die of heart failure. That kind of stuff happens to other people, usually old or extremely young. I've mourned really great patients who I've lost because of it. I guess I never thought I'd die from something I work so hard to prevent on a day to day basis. There's still hope left though. I could still find a donor in that time. I don't think it'll happen though; I don't want myself to fall for that. I mean that will probably be the biggest bummer ever if we don't find one.

Janitor comes around." Hey JD we found you a donor."

"What? I'm going to be okay? That's amazing. I feel alive again! ALIVE this is the best day of my life. I'm gonna go travel the world and find myself a beautiful wife across the ocean, settle down and live happily ever after. Just like the movies!" Gets up from bed and does the happy dance.

Then Janitor smiles mischievously. "Nah I was only kidding. You're still dying."

"Noooooooooo" Dies of a heart attack.

Janitor raises him arms in triumph towards the rest of the sacred heart staff and patiends standing outside the door, all of whom cheer.
"Told you I could get rid of him a week early." He says, snatching a $50 for Dr. Cox.

Yes, that would be a huge bummer. So I'm trying not to think about it. I want to prepare myself for the worst, just incase the donor bit doesn't fall through. Still, I'm not sure things have set in for me. Am I supposed to still be thinking about random stuff like what's going on in Heroes, or why they don't make pockets in girl pants? I should probably be thinking about life changing decisions, what I'll miss, the people I'm leaving behind, but all I get is…everything will fall in place on its own. I don't know, in life there aren't too many things that I seriously regret. I don't think if this is the end that I need to worry about an unfulfilled life. I mean given the time frame I'm working with, I did okay. I became a doctor, something I am so proud of that I sometimes wonder if it's happening. In fact, becoming a doctor brought me all the other wonderful things in my life. Like meeting Carla, Elliot, Dr. Cox, Jordan, Izzie, Jack and yes even the Janitor. These people have made my life so great, that I don't really feel like I missed out on much. I know I didn't really get to start my own family in the traditional sense, but in a weird way, I sort of have, with these people. It's not like I didn't get to fall in love either. At this point in my life, I can admit that I love Elliot. I probably won't tell her that now, because that's just cruel. Not only is she with Keith, she'll feel horrible, given my condition. I'm just glad I got to realize that I was in love with her the whole time. I'm not ecstatic about things not working out between us, or about not ever getting the chance to tell her again, but I think that's for the best. I'm not sure I handled the two chances I had with her that well. So the bottom line is…I'm feeling resolved right now. I'm not ready to die though. I don't know if that even makes sense, all I know is that I want to live and I'll fight till my last breath for a chance but if I don't, and fate has other plans, then I'm okay with that. Although, I'm saying that now, who knows what I'll be thinking when the time actually comes.

Right now, I have to weeks to live, and I want to live during that time, instead of dying every day for two weeks. Only problem is, how do you do that while you're sitting in a bed, too tired to move your pinky finger?

Its times like these when you can count on your best friend.

"Hey JD, look what I got." An eclectic mobility chair! I love those! It's like having a golf cart in the hospital.

"Sweet ride." I can't believe how enthusiastic I sound right now, given the circumstances. People must think I'm crazy. But getting all depressed and boring is not my style, not when there isn't enough time to waste. If I have two weeks to live, I've decided that I'm going to make them count.

"Yea I figured you might need a little something to cheer you up."

"Thanks C-Bear!" I say, as I excitedly try and get off from my bed. Immediately I regret it, as sudden pain erupts in my chest. Just as I think I might pass out, I feel a gentle hand on my back. "Give it a minute dude. Take things slowly, we don't wanna make things worse." I nod at the sensibility of that advise. I'm not sure this is a good idea, but I'm not attached to an IV right now, so I guess moving around won't kill me. Besides, I need this; I need to get out of this freaking room. I've been lying in bed or getting tests done for the past two days. This is not how I should be spending my time.

Slowly, Turks helps me get off my bed and onto the mobility chair. We wait for a few moments for the dizziness to subdue, before we make our way out. Our first destination is the nurse's station. "Hey Bambi!" Carla comes and hugs me. For a few minutes she's reluctant to let go, but I pat her on the back. This must suck for her, she's the biggest mother hen I ever met and I'm her Bambi. Not to brag or anything but she loves mothering my more than most people, probably because I'm as needy as she is maternal. I love hugzies though.

When she pulls apart, she's all teary eyed again. This has happened a couple of times already. She can't come near me without crying. It's really uncomfortable. The thing is, if we were both crying, I'd feel ok, but I feel so numb about the whole thing, that I don't know how to react to her. Should I console her, even though I'm the one possibly dying? I'm sure there is a whole etiquette to all this, I need to find that "What to Do When Dying" handbook. They should make one of those, I mean we all die, how come no ones made money off of that? Nah, it'll be too depressing, plus there will be no sequels because the people who bought volume one will probably be dead. Anyway, the only way to handle this is…

"What you guys, no get well soon presents?" I know, I should be more serious about this but it's just too hard right now.

"Jesus says patience is a virtue Q tip." Ah, a Jesus quote from Laverne, a little piece of normalcy came back to me. Of course, the fact that she came over, gave me a hug and a bouquet of flowers helped a lot in lightening my spirits too.

"Thanks Laverne, and tell Jesus I said thank you for the Bouquet."

"Don't you worry honey, he heard, he and I are talking about you enough already." Aw, that's so sweet. I love Laverne's sweet side. Actually, that's the good thing about getting sick; you really get to see the extra-nice side of people. Like they say, tragedy always brings loved ones together. I'm not sure I want to be the lynch pin in this tragedy, but a guy can at least enjoy the small favors if nothing else.

"And Bambi, We have something else for you. This is from the whole of Sacred Heart." Saying this, Carla going behind the count and then comes back with something behind her back. Coming close to me, she gives me a kiss on my forehead before putting something in my lap.

It's a neatly wrapped package silver package with a blue bow on it. As I gingerly open it, trying not to ruin the beautiful wrapping paper, I find a turquoise and green scrapbook with a family shot of the entire sacred heart staff on the cover. Underneath the picture, is pink lettering it says "Get well soon JD because…"

This a lone touches my profoundly, but as I go through the scrapbook, I find pictures of me with my surrogate family and messages from each of them tell me how much they love, respect and care about me. There's one of me Carla and Izzie and it says "I love you uncle JD." In block letters. There a whole page written by Turk. There's a picture with JD and Dr. Cox sitting in the bar but there's nothing written below it except for a signature. I bet Carla threatened him to do it. There's also one with Jordan and Jack. Jordan's message makes me laugh internally. "Look DJ, you need to stop scaring me like that, if you want to have sympathy sex, just ask. I'll do it just to get a kick out of seeing Perry's face go red with fury. Just get better ok?" That's so Jordan. I don't read through the rest of them, vowing to do so in private, but whatever I saw, made my heart soar with love.

"Thank you so much you guys." I saying, giving a hug to both Turk and Carla.

"It wasn't just us, everyone helped out. We're all with you JD. You'll be ok."

"I know. And I already am." I say, waving this in front of Carla. I mean it too, the scrapbook reminded me of all the good things in my life, and how much my friends actually care. It'll be hard to let all of that go, if it comes to it.

"Where are Elliot and Dr. Cox?"

"Elliot, no clue, Dr. Cox is doing his rounds though."

I think I can guess where Elliot is. She's been avoiding me ever since I passed out. I mean, it's not that hard if I'm lying in bed the whole time, all she had to do was not visit. Now that I'm up and about, I think I should talk to her. She can't just not see me till I get better, or not. So, I stick around the nurse station for a few minutes, talking to the gang, before I head to the closest supply closet. Elliot and I shared that closet a couple of times, hiding from different things, good times. Reaching it, I can't figure out how to get in. This mobility chair thing was new to me, I feel like just getting up and going in, but I'd probably just pass out on Elliot in the process. That'll be a great way to get her to open up…not. I finally just decided to knock. There's no answer, but I know she is in there because I hear a couple of things fall. Maybe she even whispered a "Frick" but I could be imagining that.

"Elliot?" No answer.

"Elliot, can you let me in. I look like an idiot sitting out here, talking through the door."

Finally, the door opens and Elliot with her disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes and teary cheeks, pops her head out. "JD? What are you doing out of bed?"

"Turk let me take a joy ride on this baby for an hour. Can I come in?"

"I don't think we'll fit."

"Then let's go get some air." She looks like she was about to refuse but I don't let her.

"Elliot, please we need to talk. Just five minutes."

"Ok." She looks so meek and small right now. I just want to take her in my arms and make out with her in this very supply closet. But, of course, things are way too complicated for that now. So instead, I just reach out for her hand and give it a little squeeze. Then we both make our way to the nearest exit.

Sitting outdoors is a bit shocking to my body. Getting fresh air seems to have resurrected my tired and abused body. For the first time in a little while, I feel alive. Only thing is, when I look into Elliot's eyes, all I see is death. That look has to go, I can't deal with it, and neither should she.

"So…" I begin awkwardly "How're things?" How lame can I be? Of course things suck, are you blind? Look at her.

"JD, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I just…"

"It's ok. "

"No, its not, I just…I…can't."

"Elliot. Its ok, you're scared. I know. But we're both doctors, this should be easier for us."

"But it's not JD. This isn't just some patient. No matter how much I've cared about other patients in the past, this isn't the same thing at all. This is you! For god sake I can't even begin to think about how horrible this is for you. I've been so selfish: thinking about how hard it is for me to even consider losing you."

"It is hard, I won't deny that. The important thing is that there is time. If I had all the time in the world, I'd go crazy thinking about dying, missing out, losing things. But the thing is, there isn't that much time for me to do that. I want to spend this time with you. I want to live for the next few days. That's why; you need to stop killing me one day at a time. If we don't get that donor, we have only a few days to be with each other. Can I count on you to be there? I know it's hard, but I need you."

"I don't know if I can. I can't lose you." More tears are running down her cheeks now.

"Then don't. Keep me for the next few days. Let me have my friend."

"How can you be so calm about all this? Aren't you scared out of your mind?"

"I am, I mean who wouldn't be. But I can't change things because I'm scared. Plus, I've had a good life, and I want to do whatever I can to make it a good death, if that's what it's gonna be. Could haves and should haves aren't in the picture, that makes it easier I guess. I want to keep it that way."

I think that last part hit home. She has her determined face on. I love it when she becomes all strong and composed. It's so hot.

"You're right. I need to be strong. This isn't about me, its you. And if you need me to be there for you, then that's what you'll get." Then she gives me a light kiss on the cheek. "Just promise me one thing JD. You'll do everything you can to fight this. You have to. I can't live without you."

"I can't live without you either." I say, before giving her a kiss of my own, on her puffy cheek. "And I promise I'll fight." With that we both smile a little. The look in her eyes is so intense that it sends shockwaves through my body. She loves me too…

"Lets get you back inside now." She says, before helping turning towards the door. I'm so shocked that I don't even respond, just let her lead.

As I settle into bed again. I think about our conversation. I want to live up to that promise more than anything. Seeing Elliot has brought in me this fierce will to live. At the same time, I'm beginning to fear death a lot more. I guess I would have proffered the numbness but maybe fear can make people stronger. I want to live so that some day, I can tell Elliot that I really do love her, in as many ways that love ever existed. I want to reassure her that I won't change my mind ever again, that I'm not backing out because I'm commit-e-phobic. Some day when Elliot isn't seeing Keith. I know it's possible because today, I saw in Elliot's eyes, that love that's only reserved for me. She's never looked at anyone that way but me. She does love me too, and I don't want to be the one to inflict agony of having her love die on her. I can't believe it; I'm realizing that we are each other's soul mates after finding out that I might be dying. How disturbed is God, to write such horrible screenplay? No, God is supposed to be great, as per Laverne. I'm going to be ok, and if I'm not, I'm going to find a way for thing to be ok anyway.

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