"Shania, you know, I don't want you sticking around for me." Perry opened the window to let some light in the dark hospital room. "In all honesty, you can, just go ahead and move on." The older doctor had moved to the table that rested by J.D's bedside. He pulled a wilting flower out of a vase that rested on it. He sincerely hoped that when he was on his last leg nobody would think it prudent to buy him flowers or a teddy bear. He was a grown man for god sakes.

Although Perry did know that J.D would love it.

He rested on a seat that Gandhi had brought in earlier. Perry sighed as he remembered the way the stupid cutter, the usual jock turned frat-boy turned surgeon wept over J.D's broken body. Carla and Elliot had stood in the doorway, neither crying but both equally. Shocked? Devastated?

J.D was the devastated one. To be honest the fact that he was alive at all was almost eerie. He was acting like the stupid little girl he was and then he was laying bloody, with legs at odd angles and teeth where they shouldn't be, by the side of the road. The driver of the car that had wrecked the young man's body was of course fine. He was resting in a room down the hall with a policeman in front of his door. Perry couldn't wait to give his statement to the police, to tell them how he had driven his car through a red light into J.D, how he proceeded to plow into a light post, how he slurred his words when Perry drug him out of his car by his neck.

When the police had got to the scene Perry was trying to make the man look at J.D. He wanted the soon-to-be murderer to see what he had done. All the bastard did was cry. And as the police handcuffed the man who Perry would later learn to be named Frank, all Perry did was cry. He cried as the paramedics took J.D to the hospital. He cried as Doctor Wen told him that J.D wasn't going to live much longer then another day. He cried when he called Carla and told her to please come to the hospital with Turk and Elliot as soon as she could.

Perry never cried. Yesterday night he cried more then a chubby lady at a Clay Aiken concert. Yesterday night all Perry was thinking about was the fact that J.D had promised to make him and Jack waffles tomorrow morning and now he would never make waffles again. And he most certainly wouldn't make any promises again. Perry cried because he didn't even know how many promises a trashed 20-something forced J.D to break.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this." Perry brushed the top of the young man's dark hair. "You're, well, you're not going to wake up. If you do, you will be in pain every single moment until you die a couple hours later because your nerves shut down completely. J.D, I will miss you everyday but you can go ahead and leave me, because, you already did. Does that make sense? Please. Please, because as much as I hope that you are in a place where you are doing whatever it is you little girls love to do so much, I, I personally can not deal with the possibility that you are in a place where you are scared and crawling out of your own skin. I am crawling out of my own skin. J.D, please just die now. Just let go."

A few hours later John Michael Dorian passed away in a drug induced coma.

Perry rested his fingers on the grass at J.D's plot. There was dew on the ground, the sun had barely risen. Everyone agreed that the burial should be very early in the morning as it was J.D's favorite time of day. At least once a week J.D would ask Perry to get up early with him and go for a walk.

Once or twice, after they had both gotten off a graveyard shift , Perry relented and went on a walk down to the beach with him. J.D was exceptionally silent then, something that Perry had thoroughly enjoyed. The older doctor was however curious about uncharacteristic quiet that had taken over him and asked the man about it.

"You see Perry, I just like to enjoy the fact that I'm breathing sometimes. It makes me feel light. Know what I mean?"

Perry had no idea what the kid meant at the time. All he had done was call him a girls name and tell him it was to early in the morning and to soon after work for all his sweet talk.

But he knew what he was talking about now. Perry thought about how unfair it was that it took J.D's life for him to realize it. He also thought about how he didn't deserve to be able to go home and sleep in his warm bed while J.D stayed buried in dirt.

"Hey Per-Bear." He turned around to see Jordan holding Jack's hand and cocking her head at him. "I think maybe, I should take Jack for awhile. If you want that is."

"Come here big boy." Perry opened his arms up for his son and scooped him up as he came. "What do you think, think you can stay with mom for awhile while I take care of some things at home?"

"Where's Aunt Carol?"

"Jackie-boy, don't you remember what I told you about the angels."

The little boy closed his eyes and shook his head. Perry sighed and looked up at Jordan who waved him on.

"Well, you see, Aunt Carol wasn't feeling very good. He needed some help so the angels came and took him to make him feel better. The catch is that since he was such a good person he needed to stay with them and be an angel. So now your Aunt Carol keeps a close eye out for you and everyone else around here."

"Are the angels going to take me too Daddy?"

Perry kissed his son's forehead. "Not for a very long time."

"Okay Daddy."

"Go ahead and go with your mom. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay Daddy."