Note-Ok, and back to JD!
I'd been in a coma for four days now, and had been the weirdest four days of my life. I'd floated in and out of sleep, shuddering in and out of reality. I'd listened to people coming in and out of the room, some I loved and some I couldn't care less about. Dan came at one point. He sat and ate a massive triple chocolate fudge cake. I never really knew how Dan felt about me until he started crying and left. He's probably lying in Carla's bathtub drinking beer right about now.
During the last days, I have learned a few things.
That I am in love with Perry Cox
That he is in love with me
That Elliot still loves me
But hey, everyone loves John Dorian!
But trying to wake up for the past couple of days has been tiring. I miss life. So many things I wanted to do but put off, assuming I'd have the time to grow old. And it would be nice to grab a beer with the Janitor sometime.
But realistically, what were the chances that I was going to make it? All I could do was pray that there were Appletinis in heaven.
Tomorrow was surgery. I wonder if Turk pulled out. I wouldn't feel safe having the Todd rummaging around in my mind.
The Todd is performing surgery on JD's head.
"Ok, let's just get this thing out…ooh, hello honey!" he says. He turns to the window to wave at a hot girl, and then turns back.
"Oh crap, is that his brain? Oh well. Death high-five!"
He picks up JD's limp hand and high-fives it before leaving.
Oh god, Turk, don't leave me in the hands of this beast!
I'm itching to get back to work, to open my eyes and breathe in air which isn't tainted with plastic and chemicals. To taste one more Appletini with Turk. To gossip once more with Carla. To help Elliot diagnose a patient once more. To be belittled and crushed by Dr Cox once more. To have the Janitor run his mop over my face once more…wait, he already did that! For those little things, I would give so much.
I wonder if they'll miss me as much as I'll miss them.
I heard the door open, and the cooling breeze that came with alerted me that someone had come in.
"Good morning, John" said Dr Remore. He was the only person who called me by my real name. I preferred JD.
Suddenly, lights swam in front of my eyes, and I felt woozy. The noises around me sounded fainter, and I was blacking out…
"He's coding! Nurse Espinosa, I need assistance!"
"What's going on…oh my god, Bambi!"
"We'll have to get him into immediate surgery. Could you page Dr Wen please?"
A sharp pain in my arm, an injection. Two electric shocks either side of my chest. Strong arms picking me up and placing me on a gurney. I am wheeled through doors through to the surgery room. Everything is clouding over…
Please, God, don't let me die.