Title: Twenty-Four Hours

Summery: A songfic about how JD deals with working at the hospital. Song: 24 by Switchfoot.

Note: Listen to the song '24' by Switchfoot while reading this. (yes I did cut some parts out of the song, some didn't just go with the story. Please forgive me)

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs or the song '24' No profit made, so no suing please

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Life at the hospital is always hard. You have to deal with sickness, death, loss, fear, it's not the most Ideal job for your average Joe.

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries

You have to deal with the burden of people dying under your watch. Of the angry and distraught family members that blame you while that sob right after you told them their husband of 49 years is dead.

Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day

Sometimes it's just hard to come back to work, knowing that you're going to have to deal with the same thing each and every day.


Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

As a kid I always pictured being a Doctor as a glorious thing. I never even pictured death. I always thought you would heal each and every person and you'd always win.

You'd always be happy.

I was wrong.

And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago

It changes you. It opens your eyes. It makes you see what's real and what isn't.

It lets you see what your fantasy is and what your reality is.


Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

One of the worst is when you told the family it was looking good and then their 14-year-old son dies of cancer.

Two days ago you walked to them happily saying 'The tumor is shrinking, it looks good for him!" And then he has a bad reaction to the chemo and dies on the table while you're trying to revive him.

And You're raising the dead in me

But you just have to suck it up. There are other people, just like that 14-year-old boy or husband of 49 years, who can still be saved. You just bury all the dead inside your soul and move on.


I want to see miracles, see the world change

But for the few times you can actually save them it's worth it all. It's the best when you can walk up to a little 4 year old and tell her daddy's coming home and he's all better.


Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause

You work hard. You save lives. You lose lives. You move on.

The life of a doctor.

It's hard and yet so satisfying and devastating at the same moment.


I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me

Sometimes you want to disappear. You want to go with the dead souls to…where ever they do.

Who knows? Heaven? Hell? Do those even exist? Or do you just float in the oblivion until you are reborn?

You can still hear all the voices of the dead in your head. 'Am I gonna die?' 'How bad is it?' 'It hurts so bad…' 'Please make the pain go away!'

You can still hear the beating of their hearts in your ears.

The sound of their last breathe.

You just want to run, hide and never come back.


Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts

But you have to keep coming back. You have to save those who can be saved. And always remember those who are dead.

Even if you want to forget.


I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

I'll always remember. I'll always come back.

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Yes, I know it wasn't very good. I'm sorry, this idea kept running thru my head and I had to write it out.

And for the readers of my other Scrubs story, don't worry! Chap. 4 'll be up soon!

-claire