Note-Now we've got some POVs from other characters, starting with Turk! Enjoy!
I sat on the pavement outside the hospital, shivering even with a jacket over my green scrubs. My body was jolting in short spasms from the tears that choked down my face. I wiped them away angrily. Why Vanilla-bear? Why JD?
A hand on my shoulder, and Carla sat down beside me.
"You ok baby?"
"Yeah…apart from the fact that my best friend's a time bomb!" I said wryly.
"He's gonna be alright. This is JD we're talking about. He always pulls through!"
"Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he say anything?"
My wife put her arm around my shoulders. I laid my head on hers.
"It's late, baby. We should go home"
"Yeah…"
The house seemed smaller than it had before. Carla immediately went off to bed. I sat on the sofa.
"What's up, Mocha Bear? You ok?" said JD from beside me.
"Yeah…why didn't you tell us anything?"
My friend was silent. I knew that I was talking to a figment of my imagination. This JD couldn't say anything that I didn't know.
"Sorry I freaked out, man"
"Hey, least you weren't as bad as Elliot" my figment laughed.
"How you doing?"
"Oh, it's ok. Hey, you know what?"
"What?"
"A few more days and you'll be inside my head!" JD cracked up.
"I guess…" I said wryly.
"Aw, come on J-Dawg! It's not that bad!"
"It's not that bad? My best friends stuck in a coma, I'm having a conversation with a figment of my imagination and I don't know whether Vanilla-Bear's gonna live or die!"
JD was silent. I sighed, and leant back in the chair.
"The probably last conversation I'm having with you and I can't think what to say…" I muttered.
"You think it's bad? Last thing I said to you was an insult to your orientation"
"Now you know that wasn't your fault"
"Yeah, well it isn't your fault I have brain cancer, so don't feel so guilty"
I sighed.
"Bet the Janitor's happy"
"You kidding? He'll be crying into his toy unicorn!"
"That's you, J-Dawg"
"Oh yeah…"
Figment JD tilted his head up, and screwed his face into a ball. It was the face he made when he was having one of his mixed-up fantasies. It was those I was gonna miss the most.
"Heh, Leonard…" said my imagination, coming out of his fantasy.
"Hey, JD?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"You'll be ok, right?"
My figment didn't answer. I didn't know the answer, so neither did he.
Suddenly, the phone rang from behind me. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, Ghandi! Carla awake?"
I looked. Carla was standing in the bedroom doorway, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Yeah…" I muttered into the phone, and passed it over to my wife. "Dr Cox!" I mouthed. Carla nodded, and went back into her room.
I sat down on the sofa.
Figment JD had vanished.