"How you doing, Hannah?" JD said as he walked into the room.
"Okay, I guess. Miss. Carla said that she would come and do my hair again."
"Well, I'm sure you're going to look beautiful." His pager went off. "I'll be back to check on you."
"Okay, JD."
He walked out looking down at his pager.
"And there she is. Emily?" He yelled. "Where have you been?"
"I was just checking on my patient."
"The little girl?" JD nodded. "What did I tell you, Newbie? Distance yourself."
"I have. She's just… different."
"If you make her different then every other patient in this hellhole then you haven't distanced yourself."
"I am distancing myself, Dr. Cox. What do you need?" He said a little harshly.
"Have you given the meds to the guy in 2811?"
"I was going that way after I checked on Hannah."
"Have you done the chart work for 2176?"
"Not yet."
"Have you done anything yet?"
"I've checked on Hannah."
"My god, Newbie, do you have any clue what you're doing? If you keep going down this road, you won't be able to make it in this world."
"Dr. Cox, just lay off." Turk said coming up beside them.
"No, he needs to hear this." JD stood up taller. "The only way to make it in the medical word is if you don't look at patients as people but as diseases."
"She's only six."
"You can't look at her and see a six year old. Think of her as 80 for all I care. Her age doesn't change the disease."
JD shook his head and walked away. Dr. Cox put his laced fingers on the top of his head. He didn't get it.
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"He doesn't get it, Turk." JD said pacing the break room.
"Maybe he's right."
"Turk! He doesn't get it." He sighed and fell back onto the couch,
"Then, maybe you should… tell him. He's Dr. Cox. The man you've looked up to for years."
"No, nobody can know."
"JD, I loved Madison just as much as you, but you can't keep this bottled up. You're spending all night with that little girl. She's not Madi. The longer you think she is, the harder it's going to be."
"Not helping." He sighed as his pager went off. "I have to go."
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"Stay away from the sweets, Mr. Johnson." JD laughed as he backed out of the room. His smile fell from his face as he walked over to the nurses' station. "Mr. Johnson is back. He had another problem with his diabetes. Can you give him some insulin?"
"Sure thing, Bambi." Carla said with a smile before walking off. JD sighed before pushing off the nurses' station and walking into Hannah's room.
"Hey Hannah."
"Hi JD." Hannah said giving him a small smile. He smiled back and picked up her chart. Giving it a once over, he replaced it at the end of the bed and looked at her.
"Have you been feeling better?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Good. Any more throwing up?"
"No not really."
"Good." He started towards the door.
"JD?" She called him back.
"Hmm?" He turned to look at her.
"Can I get out of this bed?" He sighed and thought about it before nodding.
"We can go down to the café and get some lunch."
"Thanks, JD."
"Sure thing, Hannah. I'll be right back."