It was now exactly five days since the incident had occurred Dr. Cox's condition worsened at a fastening pace, and it seemed hope was about to break. Now, instead of being in his usual state of arrogance and half deadness, Perry was feeling extremely fatigued and could barely talk to himself anymore.
"I can barely keep myself company..." He whined. He couldn't keep his focus on anything. Watching the people from outside doing what they had done for the past days seemed to him now, a blur.J.D. had come once more into the room at exactly 3:15.
"You're late. You usually show up exactly at 3:00, what's with the slacking, eh? Has the newbie just got too many patients that might live??"
The young doctor plopped down into his chair just like he had done in the past four days. Save for the exception of no coffee this time. He appeared to be even more fatigued than usual.
J.D. stood up and stretched, and checked Dr. Cox's vitals.
"That's right...check me.... oh gosh...why do I feel so sick..." Dr. Cox's vision was beginning to blur. He then heard a piercing sound that shook his soul. He tried to focus on his body and his pupil...but all he could hear was that sound.
"Oh, shit, I'm flatli-"
His thoughts were cut off, mercilessly. "J.D., what the hell happened?" Jordan rushed into J.D. and blocked his exit.
"Jordan, Dr. Cox had ... He flat lined. His body continues to loose way to much blood, and I'm afraid there's...nothing more we can do."
Suddenly, J.D felt more disgusted with himself than he ever had. How could he say these words? How could THOSE words be coming out of HIS mouth?
Nothing more we can do...
(No, that's for real doctor!)
J.D. looked own at his scrubs, and his nametag. He couldn't kid himself any longer. He WAS the doctor here, and he had said those words.
Jordan stared at him like cold ice. She, apparently, felt the same. But she allowed him to continue speaking...
"If we let Dr. Cox live, he will only be able to survive on a respirator. His body was way too damaged, and two of the bullets remain in him. They're too close to his heart to risk surgery...."
"So...what are you telling me here exactly?"
"...That...the choice is in your hands. Dr. Cox will live..." He took deep breath, "Or....."
Perry regained conciseness a long while later. This time, he was in a different room that had more space and chairs. His body was covered with a sheet and there was an air mask on his mouth. The silent hum of machines and the comfort of the actual heartbeat was a new joy for Cox.
"Oh whoopee, look at this...I'm in worse condition than I was before." He would have rolled his eyes HAD he had any physical ones to roll.
But this time, the fatigue had not left, only. And he could feel himself float higher and higher.
In this room, he knew this would be his final...