Scrubs2001

J.D.:
[Dr.Cox unknowingly transplanted donor organs infected with rabies into three people. Despite the team's best efforts to combat the infection, two of the recipients have recently died. Dr.Cox is sitting despondently on a couch when J.D. walks in. Narrating] I knew that Dr.Cox needed me the exact same way I'd needed him earlier.

J.D.:
[Presenting a bag of take-away food] Hey! Hungry?

Dr. Cox:
No.

J.D.:
Guess that lunch waskind of a one-time thing, huh?

J.D.:
There's no way you could've seen that coming. I mean *rabies*? C'mon, there's like three reported cases a year. In fact, testing for it would've been irresponsible. You would've been wasting time those people didn't have.

Dr. Cox:
I was *obsessed* with getting those organs.

J.D.:
You had to be. The fact is those people were gonna die in a number of hours and you had to make the call! I would've made the same call.

Dr. Cox:
Really?

J.D.:
Yes! Anyway, I got us lunch and I think we should eat it. [J.D. produces two burgers from the bag]

J.D.:
[Narrating] Right then I knew I was gonna pull him out of this. But unfortunately, sometimes the hospital picks a day when it's just gonna pile it on.

Dr. Cox:
[Both J.D. and Dr.Cox's pagers go off. Dr.Cox looks at his and despairs] Oh God, C'mon!

Dr. Cox:
[Dr.Cox is shown passionately trying to revive the last patient who recieved an infected organ with a defibrilator, but the patient dies anyway. Dr.Cox shouts and turns over a table in frustration. After he calms down, J.D. enters the room] He wasn't about to die, was he? He... could've waited another month for a kidney.

J.D.:
[as Dr.Cox walks away] Where you going? Your shift's not over! Hey! Remember what you told me: Once you start blaming yourself for peoples' deaths, there's no going back.

Dr. Cox:
Yeah, you're right! [Dr.Cox walks out of the ward and closes the door behind him as J.D. looks on]