Envious of a Subordinate
You can smell it on her when you step into the elevator. She isn't fooling anyone with her little disguise. You know she isn't hung over, but you suggest it for her benefit. Her eyes are glassy and her voice is husky when she asks you about your rat (you ask her if she's jealous). It isn't until the two of you enter the conference room that you're sure about your diagnosis; Chase is acting strangely as well, and is obscenely conspicuous in his attempt to keep his eyes away from Cameron. Instead of humiliating them in front of Foreman (who is oblivious, as always), which would be your course of action of choice, you wait until Cameron has left for the lab to test HIV-boy's tumor. You stand outside, watching as she attempts to run titers with shaking hands. You can admit to being shocked – worried, even – when she was exposed to HIV, but even that doesn't warrant this kind of screw-up. Once she's leaned down to peer into the microscope, you barge in, taking a perverse pleasure in the way her slight shoulders jerk in acknowledgement.
"So." You pause, allowing the tension to knot in her stomach. "You slept with him." Her sigh sounds pained as she takes a step back to face you, carefully removing her glasses.
"It's none of your business," she returns evenly. It's a bit of a disappointment that she isn't astounded you managed to figure it out.
"It is if you did it to make me jealous," you counter. You know you fully deserve the glare she levels at you once the words leave your lips. You don't even mention the HIV-boy's Meth samples are missing. She asks why you'd bother being jealous of Chase, who, aside from having great hair, has absolutely no redeeming qualities. It's a few minutes before you've come up with a clever response, but by that time, you've locked yourself in your office, with the full intent of spending the rest of the day watching General Hospital.
Welcome to the first level of the second circle. Because you spent your life envious of one below you in rank, you'll spend your death governed by him in everything. You let him control your emotions, now let him control your actions.
Envious of a Friend
You always knew, or so you claim. You try to feign indifference when you arrive home late, only to find Cameron and Wilson (Jimmy) caught in a not-so-innocent embrace. On your sofa. It's a few days before it even occurs to you to have been offended. But there is your best (and only) friend, suggestively attached to your intern. You decide to leave, the unspoken command that he gather his things and vacate your apartment heavily tainting the air.
The next time you see him he's idly waiting for change from the cashier in the cafeteria. You've both learned how to avoid each other in the hallways, and a mere three weeks after the incriminating event, it's almost as though you never knew each other. Never mind the intense loneliness you feel invading your every thought. And even though you would like nothing more than to have Wilson back beside you, gallantly defending you in the face of danger (Cuddy), you're much too stubborn to allow forgiveness when your trust has been smashed this badly.
Again.
You've entered the second level of the second circle. In life, you let yourself be swallowed by jealousy and lost the ever-comforting light of friendship. In death, you'll spend eternity in the damp dungeons of Hell, consumed by the unforgiving darkness.
"Should've known better than to cheat a friend."