"Eaaaggleee!" Dr. John Dorian exclaimed, riding on the back of his best friend in the entire universe, Dr. Christopher Turk as the doctor and surgeon ran through the hospital hallway, weaving in and out of passersby. JD hopped off of him when they reached the end and grappled each other in a tight hug. "Till next time, Vanilla Bear," Turk said, dramatically leaving his friend to go perform surgery. "I'll be seeing you on the flip side, Chocolate Bear," JD practically danced away. He wandered into a patient's room, reminding himself to keep his spirits as high as the Eagle he and Turk just did.

Unfortunately, his patient was a middle aged woman with severe botulism and had recently receded into a coma a couple of days earlier. JD and the wise, yet bitter Martha Bowman had spent a lot of time together. She was his friend and now the friend he wanted advice from the most, had gone into a coma. JD sat gently sad on her bed, staring at his paralyzed patient. I wonder what she's dreaming about in there…JD tilted his head and fantasized about Martha dancing around her bed, flailing her previously paralyzed limbs.

He came back to, and fiddled with his thumbs. "Martha," JD began, "What do I do? It's now been 70 hours since I heard from my brother since he called me to tell me he was on the way over to my place. We haven't heard from him. The police haven't found him. At first, I just thought he was just taking his usual amount of time to get here, but I've heard bad things about him lately. He sounded perfectly fine on the phone but I'm just worried something happened to him, you know? It doesn't help that I've been on call, when I can barely sleep anyway. I'm worried about him. And you," JD said sadly, looking down. He rubbed his face in exhaustion.

Nurse Carla Espinoza looked up from her paper work to see Dr. Cox headed toward the Nurses' station, arms crossed, already in a rave. She looked up at the laughing JD, Not now, Perry, she thought. Dr. Cox whistled at JD, standing right behind him. JD jumped and caught his mentor's angry glare. "Holy jumping Jehoshaphat, sure sorry to scare you there Miss Sally Sparkles, but you have a patient needing you to push the thrombotic, a patient waiting on you to deliver some sorry-to-hear news, and you are wearing your scrubs inside out. Now I'm ready to hear your explanation, I'm sure it's a good one. Ready set, 1, 2, 3, go, Newbie," he demanded as JD squirmed uncomfortably. "I was just getting a pen from Carla, jeez Perbear," JD reasoned, touching Dr. Cox's stiff shoulder. In his given depression, JD normally wouldn't have mustered up the energy to do that, but he was sleep deprived. Dr. Cox quickly jerked it away, fuelled by his touch.

"I've told you a million times, don't ever touch me, Rapunzel," he warned. Carla sat down her writing utensil, standing and leaning toward the two. "If you keep picking on Bambi, I swear to god, Perry, I will end the cycle of fear that you run off of just to keep moving. He's not in the mood for your attitude," Carla threatened the cross doctor. "Carla, I don't need you to fight my battles for me and I'll tell Dr. Cox what I'm in the mood for," JD perked up, trying to sound tough. This sentenced would've normally sent Carla on a rampage, but she forgave him for he was not in his right mind. JD felt accomplished when Carla just glared at him and turned to Dr. Cox, "I'm not in the mood for your attitude!" he said sleepily. "What he means…is, one of his patients has gone into a coma and she means a lot to JD. And he hasn't heard from his brother in 60 hours, and his brother is not in good shape," Carla corrected. "Sixty hours, Dr. Cox," JD emphasized dramatically. "He's been so worried about them, he hasn't been sleeping," Carla explained. But the way JD looked Perry straight in the eye and said the number that has been taunting him, set him off despite Carla's warning.

Perry briefly looked to Carla and then sternly back at JD. "Well doctor, listen up. As every little girl knows, they don't care what's going on in their parents' life. They just want their mommies and daddies to feed them and hug them and buy them things. Patients don't care what kind of mood," Dr. Cox shook his head, "you're in. They live and die at your hands. Now are you going to spend all day with your eyes half open, not noticing which patient needs what, or who, or if they are alive or dead. But oh god, where is your pen? Ya just had it ya swear ya did…Or are you going to actually get out of your narcotic pea brain, stop day dreaming for once and take care of your patients?"

JD's blue eyes dropped down and looked around at the ground, trying to gulp down the knot in his throat. Dr. Cox felt a sinking in his chest, feeling the guilt of his unnecessary pep talk given to the very sad, very stressed Pomeranian who jumps through hoops for him. "Someone could have just died during that rant," JD said quietly, avoiding his eyes, and darted off. Dr. Cox watched him and turned back, closing his eyes. Carla crossed her arms furiously, "What is wrong with you?! Whether you like it or not, JD needs your help right now. And you know it so get off of your high horse and go get his mind off of Dan and Ms. Bowman."

Before Dr. Cox had time to reply, a patient nearby began flat-lining. Carla and Dr. Cox hurried over to JD's patient, Martha Bowman. JD tried resuscitating her once. "Clear!" the older doctor pumped her heart, but to no avail.

Twice. "Clear!" Three times. "Clear!" Four times. "JD! She's gone," he straightened up and paused, looking into his pleading eyes, "I'm sorry," he held his gaze with his protege, not only apologizing for the loss of his friend.

"….Time of death 11:54 am," JD stared down at Martha, wishing they could have spoken one last time. 'There's never enough time,' JD thought. After a couple of minutes, Dr. Cox walked out of the room with JD following closely behind. "It's a shame because her homemade appletinis were the bomb," JD gave an uncomfortable laugh. Dr. Cox turned to him, slowly walking to a stop.

He opened his mouth to rant about his newbie's girlish fetishes and sleepovers with Martha at the hospital. Instead he just stared at JD, closing his mouth. Dammit, Perry, the kid is going through a rough time, cut him some slack. Why is Newbie the one to suffer my wrath the most? I mean, hell, JD isn't even annoying to me anymore. Perry grimaced at himself for admitting to that, grunting, and walked off. Worry festered in Dr. Cox's stomach, leaving the younger doctor standing alone in too much shock and despair to move, even as his pager went off. Dr. Cox stopped at a counter to stifle through papers, and looked up at JD, who was just beginning to register the beeping of the pager on his hip and got a move on.