Hours later, Dr. Cox watched JD through the glass window of a patient's room, hands on head. Carla walked up next to him, staring with her arms crossed. Refusing to let him off easy, she just glared, knowing Perry would break and confide in her, judging by how upset he seemed. He dropped his hands to his side, sighing at the despaired dark-haired doctor who would jump into a pool of lava if it meant fishing out Perry's dead corpse. "Do you wanna guess the first thing Newbie did upon his friend's death?" he asked the nurse.
"Make a joke?" Carla guessed correctly. "Bingo. Knowing JD, he's going through hell right now. Worst of all, I can tell by considerable amount of moping he's been doing that his patient was more than a friend he met at the hospital. Who was she?" he asked. Carla softened, with her arms still crossed and cleared her throat. "That was his old babysitter. They've gone on reunion excursions since he's gotten older. They were so close when he was younger that that closeness never really faded after the years passed, no matter how long they hadn't seen each other," Carla told him, trying to tug at the stiff's heart strings. Perry was quiet for a moment as he continued staring at JD. "We all know JD's a little sensitive—" Carla began. "Stacy is made up of nerve endings," Dr. Cox interrupted, desperate to criticize. His face changed as he remembered that Carla hated being interrupted, but interrupted with an attitude made Carla enraged. "Yes, he's sensitive and you care about him, so show him a little respect, doctor," She snapped, getting in front of him and pointing a finger at his muscular chest.
Perry's face softened as his eyes pleaded with Carla. That did it. Carla dropped her finger and placed her hands on her hips, "Look, I don't know what's going on with you. I know you always take it out on other people, but you're always especially hard on Bambi. Why is that?" she asked him. Carla examined the sadness in her friend's eyes and realized she wasn't going to get a response. She stood there for a moment and then grasped her stethoscope, "Dr. Cox. You're a good man. Be good to Bambi. He cherishes you, you know. No matter what bad things you say to him." Carla walked off as Dr. Cox put his hands to his head yet again. He cherishes me?