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Author's Note: This is the final chapter of the second installment of My Personal Problem. There will be a third part, it will just be a little while before I get it posted. Sorry. Hope you've enjoyed this one, and I apologize in advance for cliffhangering. Also, this chapter is supposed to be in third person, this was not a mistake or accident.

Chapter 10

"I wish things could've been different, but I'm glad you're back." Carla said. Lance nodded slowly.

"Me too," he stated with a dead look in his eyes, staring into the computer screen. "Have you heard anything today?" He said hopefully, Carla shook her head. "Okay..."

"Lance, I'm sure everything..."

Carla was cut off as the doors at the end of the hall flew open and a gurney was frantically pushed past through the halls, Dr. Cox on top pressing the chest to try and start an airflow. He made eye contact with Carla and gave her a nod.

"Oh my God," she said, rushing after him with Lance close behind.

Elliot poked her head from the break room.

"They found him..."

The room was filled with machines and beeps. The door was crowded with Lance, Elliot, Turk, Carla, and Dr. Cox all staring in, none of them wanting to enter the room. Turk pulled back from the doors frame, storming off. Carla followed close behind.

"Turk, baby," she said.

"That's not him," he said. "That isn't JD, JD is stronger than this, he wouldn't...that isn't him. It can't be."

"Turk," Carla whispered, pulling him close. "Turk, JD was going through a lot, he was in some bad emotional pain." Turk refused to make eye contact with her. "Turk, you can't abandon him, not right now."

"I-I..." he stammered, pinching back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Nobody is going to threaten your masculinity because you're worried about your friend," he laid his head against her shoulder and sobbed.

"Carla," Dr. Cox said from the door. "He's awake."

"You scared me, baby," Lance said. JD chuckled.

"I knew I could bring you back."

"Well there are a lot less crazy ways to do it, you know."

"Those never work."

The two sat in silence, JD kept going back to his pocket and a crinkled piece of paper.

"Why'd you do it?" Lance said, his voice intense and pained.

"I couldn't take it," he responded, looking away. "I got my results..."

"What?"

"That's why I disappeared," he said. "The first night was weakness. The second was suicide..."

"JD, don't..."

JD pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "I shot up the night you left, I hadn't for three months, I swear. I made a mistake and I'm paying for it."

Lance took the paper and faltered, falling back into a chair, not wanting to move. JD looked away, not wanting to look the man in the face.

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