My first thought was that I should tell Turk yes, pull Elliot into my

arms and kiss her passionately. But of course, that didn't happen.

Elliot answered before I even had a chance to mouth the words.

"No, come on in."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." I said weakly, still grasping to Elliot's cold, yet

soft hand.

"JD?" she said.

"Yes?" My love!

"Let go of my hand."

"Oh, my bad." I said trying to recover. She stood.

"I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sure."

"Bye, Turk."

"Catch ya later, Elliot." He said as she exited the room. I watched her

leave.

"So, how you feelin' man?"

"I'm fine thank you. And yourself?"

"Quit messing with me, bud. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Really, I don't know what happened. One minute I'm fine

then – boom! Out like a light."

"Yeah, I know I took a look at your chart."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"I wanted to see if you'd tell me the truth or not. I knew you'd tell me

the truth, just not all of it. Besides, I know what happened, like I said,

I read your chart. How are you doing in there." He pointed to my

head. That was a stupid question. I'm crazy as heck!

"Truthfully, man? I'm going mad, just laying here, not knowing

what's going to happen and all. What makes it worse is I have doctors

coming in every 2 seconds. But since all of my friends are doctors, I

guess it's okay." We both had a little laugh at that, but it was a

nervous laugh. The kind you use just to fill an empty space in

conversation.

"Yeah, well, I knew you would make yourself insane just sitting up

here by yourself. But then again, letting Elliot up hear could make

things even harder on you."

"Why do you say that?" Did he know how I felt about Elliot?

"Dude! That girl makes me crazy!" We laughed again. Then, silence.

Oh no! What to you say? Then, thankfully, Turk spoke:

"Everything's going to be all right man."

"Yeah." I said passively.

"I know you've probably heard that about fifty times since you woke

up but... I'm telling you, it's going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

The way he was looking at me,the sincerity, the intensity, I knew he

meant it.

"Thanks, Turk."

He just smiled lightly. I knew he meant what he said, but I also knew

that he couldn't guarantee anything, he couldn't change fate. He

wanted to, so badly, make everything all right. And I wanted to give

him that, to give everybody that.

"Look, I'll talk to you later man. Cool?"

"Cool." I said in agreement.

"Okay."

"Hey, Turk? Thanks."

"Sure thing, JD. I'll see you later."

"Right." He left. Man I've got great friends. But no one could truly

ease my mind, no matter how hard they tried. I picked up my tray of

hospital food. Took a chance on the green Jell-O, and settled in for

the long all.

Now came the hard part, sitting and waiting.

But I knew I wasn't alone.