A/N You get bonus points for figuring out who the doc in this one is. And Jules-Macy HAS done pickups alone (last week's episode, Plutonium, and a few others). Although not commonly. Although yeah, he usually wouldn't pick fights...

Can you take me to the H
Take me to the O
Take me to the S
Take me to the P
Want you to take me to the I-T-A-L
Want you to take me to the hospital
Because it's the color of a B
The color of an L
To the color of an O
Color of an O
The color of a Deep
Crimson red
From an itty bitty accident

The Faint-Take Me To the Hospital

He woke up to white ceiling tiles and sterile walls. He gave a groan of pain and shifted, trying to stop the throbbing in his back. "You're awake." He turned to see Jordan sitting there leaning over him.

"Yeah. Wish I was still asleep." He said, trying to shift again. She hit the button to page the doctor and a moment later an older man with a scruffy grey beard limped in on his cane.

"Ah, the wonderful Dr. Macy. How are you feeling?" The man's voice was dry and cutting.

"Like I've been stabbed." he replied and the doctor grinned.

"That's exactly how you're supposed to be feeling, as you were. Sadly the knife missed all your major organs and you lost the chance to be practice for any new interns at your own morgue." he had to like this guy, there was something about the doctor that he liked, the way that he was completely tactless.

The doctor popped two pills and held up the bottle. "Right, this is what I'm prescribing you, but hands off my bottle. But, before I do, there is something you must see Doc." The doctor grabbed a piece of film from the folder in his hand and hobbled over to the light box on the wall. "Now, as a doctor, you should be able to tell me what is wrong with this picture. I realize you may not be used to seeing what an live person looks like on the inside, but I'm pretty sure that you can figure out where everything is."

He stared at the picture that was displayed. It was an MRI, that much was obvious. He tried to spot the abnormality. There was definitely something out of place and he tried to figure out. "Down and to the right." The doctor said and he looked there. That's what it was. He didn't want to admit it though.

"This is what a healthy liver is supposed to look like." Another piece of film was slapped up on there. "Now I'm not going to say anything against it, just compare the two. And I'm going to do the same thing to you that I do to every other patient. Write you a script and tell you to get ready to die, because we all die. Just if you're in a hospital it tends to be sooner rather than later. If you decide to keep doing whatever it is you're doing to your liver while taking Percocets, you'll definitely wind up seeing what it feels like to be cut open sooner rather than later."

The doctor walked out, jotting him a script, leaving him alone with her. He didn't want to look at the picture that had been left on the board. He didn't want to see the damage that he knew was there. "Jesus Garret." She said after a long minute. "I thought you cut back." She stared at the picture rather than at him.

"I did, and that's reversible." he pointed out. It was, it was still early enough that it could be fixed. And he was going to. He couldn't keep doing this, he could see the look on her face. He had already betrayed her once, he wasn't going to hurt her again. "And I'll stop, entirely." He said and she looked at him long and hard.

"You mean it?" She asked and he nodded.

"No more, not unless I'm out with you or with the guys, nothing." He said, holding her gaze. He meant it, he couldn't hurt her, he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He couldn't go on doing this to himself anymore. He needed to stop. He was going to stop.

She smiled down at him, as if she believed in him. He could do this, he was doing this for them, not for himself. He wasn't going to be weak. He was too proud to be weak. He smiled back up at her, he was going to do this. He really didn't care about the picture up on the board, it was just enlarged, it wasn't the beginnings of cirrhosis, not yet, he didn't have to worry. He was just doing this for her. Because she wanted him to.