Two weeks later…

It seemed everyone in the hospital was getting close to Hannah. Carla would do her hair and talk to her. JD and sometimes Turk would play board games with her. Elliot would talk to her. The only one keeping his distance was Dr. Cox. He saw the signs and knew not to get wrapped up in it. He played with her a couple of times but tried to avoid it. Nobody liked to see her hurting or throwing up due to chemo, but knew it was necessary.

Dr. Cox walked down the hall holding a patient's chart trying to look busy. He passed Hannah's room, but back up to see in it. It was late and many doctors had left hours ago. There asleep in the chair beside the bed was JD. Cox had seen him sleeping there a couple of nights the week before, but didn't say anything since he assumed he was on-call. But tonight he was certain he was off.

He walked in and over to the chair.

"Newbie." He kept his voice low not to awaken the little girl in the bed. He hit his arm. "Newbie, get your ass up."

JD opened his eyes and looked at the older man.

"Come." Dr. Cox ordered which JD followed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sleeping." JD yawned.

"I can see that, Sleeping Beauty. But why? You got off four hours ago."

"She shouldn't be alone."

"Listen here, Newbie and listen good. I don't know what your deal is with this patient, but you have to distance yourself from her. Or you're going to go down and you're going to fall hard. The only way you will survive in this hellhole is if you learn to distance yourself from your patients."

JD nodded and walked down the hall without a word to him. He wasn't in the mood to talk or anything. He wasn't in the mood because Hannah wasn't improving. The chemo seemed to be doing nothing and she was only getting worse. Her fever had spiked, and she wasn't eating much. Dr. Jameson had given her the second round of chemo in hope it would have better luck and JD tried to hold out hope. But he didn't know if she had too much time left to fight it.

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"Over there Doug." JD said. "To the right."

"Oh, that's we're I let him." JD turned shaking his head.

"Does he always loss the dead bodies?" Elliot said watching at he struggles to pick one up.

"Yeah," JD shrugged before standing up all the way. "I got to go check to see if there are any changes in Hannah's condition."

"Is it getting any better?" He shook his head.

"Worse. Fever spiked."

"Damn. She's such a good girl. It not fair."

JD nodded and walked off.

"I'm so sorry." The doctor said shaking his head. "It was too advanced."

Tears came to his eyes as he started to stumble backwards. He shook his head violently.

"It's not fair. She's too young to be dead."

"There was nothing more we could do."

"Come on, JD." Turk said.

"No! She can't be gone." He yelled.

"JD!" The young woman yelled as she ran up. JD took her into his arms as she sobbed.

"My baby is gone. My baby." She sobbed.

"I know. I know."

He shook the memories from his head as he walked into the room.

"Good Morning, Hannah."

"Morning, JD."

"How are you feeling?"

Hannah shrugged. "Okay, I just."

She looked so frail in the bed.

"Le me take your temperature."

It beeped once and he pulled it out of her month. 104 degrees.

"I'm going to give you another IV and some Tylenol to try and reduce your fever."

"Okay."

"It might help if you drink something or do you want a Popsicle?"

"Okay."

"What flavor?"

"Cherry?"

"Sure. I'll be right back."

He walked out. "Carla?"

"How's Hannah doing?"

"Her fever is up to 104. I'm going to go get her some more ginger ale and a Popsicle. Can you get her on some Tylenol?"

"Yeah, sure." She said hurrying to the supply closet.