A doctor finds someone, yet due to his cicumstances can't help himself

 The man walked into his house. Empty. No lights on, and only plates in the sink to greet him. He kicks of his shoes and lies on the couch, and plans another evening of watching T.V. It's 8:19 pm, maybe he can catch the tail end of Scrubs. Oh, it's the one where JD meets a girl and buys a plot of land; only he has no house for his land and his girl.
 Is it better to have no-one for your house? Or have a house for no-one? Between the man and JD they had both ends covered. We'll see which one turns out better.
 Only the man knew next episode JD would dump the girl, since she didn't want to get married anytime. Of course, did JD know this at that time? Well it's a T.V. show and the actor probably knew, but how does that effect JD? Whichever option, the outcome is the same. Of course.

 Hours later, the man is ready for bed. Never having once moved from his living room, he is stiff as he gets up. Perhaps if he watches T.V. all night it's the same as sleeping, either way he doesn't move or actually do anything.


 Hours later, the man gets up. It's time for work. The man showers, shaves, and gets ready for work. An hour later, he's at work, in Our Heart Hospital.
 “Good morning Dr. Vicer,” said the nurse, “Already got you busy, Room 4.”
 “Thanks Debra, and good morning.” The man said as he walked towards Room 4. He grabbed a chart labeled ARMSTRONG, Sally. Hm...28, white, here for a check up.  
 “Hello Sally,” The man said as he walked into the room, “How are you this morning?” Then the man looked at her, she was beautiful. And she smiled at him.
 “Well, I guess you'll have to find that out for me today, doctor.” Sally said, still smiling.
 Wow, the man thought, I like where this is going, she's kinda... BZZZZZZT.  
 “Code Blue!” The buzzer outside rang. Dammit! I'm the only doctor here right now. “Sorry Sally, I gotta go.” The man said, nodding at the flashing blue siren. “I'll be right back.” As the man headed out the door, a nurse grabbed the chart and headed into Room 4 saying, “Here doctor, I'll get this check up for you, go get that Blue.”
 Fuck, the man thought as he rushed past Room 5, 6, 7, up the stairs and into Room 36 where three nurses were busy attempting CPR.
 Twenty minutes later, a life saved and the man finally free, he headede back to Room 4. Empty. “Where's Sally?” The man asked a nurse. She said Sally had finished up about fifteen minutes ago, she said all she had to have was a doctor look at her. And since the man had already done that, it would simply save time to have her leave. Great, thought the man, Why does this happen to me? Shouldn't I get a chance?  
 Hours later, his shift over, the man headed home. Again, his house is empty. Again, he catches the tail end of Scrubs, and again he goes to bed.


 A week passes, but it doesn't matter much how much time passes to the man, he's racking up some cash as a doctor. Not to mention saving people's lives every day. In fact, right now he had seven people in the ICU that everyone assumed to already be dead. Yet the man had saved them, and they can even make a sound recovery. He doesn't get paid the big bucks for nothing, the man is good at what he does. Quite often he will be called in to help a high-profile patient, even when taking scheduled days off. Because, Hey? What else has the man have to do?
 But today, the man looks at the schedule, and what name is there? Armstrong, Sally. Complaining of a sore throat. Interesting, thought the man, She took a later slot to see me. The man was happy. So she came, and the man once again, introduced himself, and went through the motions of what he was trained to do. He wasn't really paying attention, because she was talking, and he was talking, and then he had a date.
 Hours later, the man arrived home. The man decided to grill out, maybe some burgers. The neighbor saw him, and he was also grilling some burgers. The neighbor offered to have the man come over for some burgers and beers. The man accepted and spent the evening talking to his neighbor for the fourth time in seven years.


 Weeks later, the man was content. He was going to ask Sally to move in with him, tonight. He requested the entire day off to clean and ready himself. The man was ready, he's going to pick Sally up at her place at seven.  
 Hours later, the mayor was shot. The man was called in to help the mayor. If the man leaves now he can get there a little before the mayor would arrive, the phone operator tells him. The man must go to the hospital to save the mayor.  
 Hours later, the man is sitting in Room 4, resting. The mayor had several critical wounds and required immediate and serious help. Yet at the same time the man sat in Room 4, Sally sat in her apartment, waiting. She was dressed up in her finest clothes, she could tell tonight was going to be special. Only nothing ever happened, the man never came to her apartment, and the man never called her or even picked up his cell phone.  
 So there Sally sat, alone, dressed in her finest clothes.

 Of course Sally understood the situation when the man explained it to her the next day. Nothing could have been predicted. So they rescheduled. And the man asked Sally to move in with him. And Sally said yes.

 Months later, there Sally sat in the man's house watching the first season of Scrubs. Only she was alone, the man was at work. But Sally wasn't feeling very well, so she needed some sleep anyway.

 Hours later, the man got home. When he got inside, it was empty, no lights on, no dinner cooking. Sally was asleep on the couch, Alright, he thought, she's not feeling well, that's right. And started to cook something for dinner. Sally wasn't very interested in eating.  

 Days later, and it was their six month anniversary. The man was going to ask Sally to be his wife. He had already ok'd with Sally's father, and had a beautiful ring. And the day off. That afternoon Sally left to go to a manicure, and the man got a phone call from the hospital. No, he thought, No way am I going in today. Minutes later, a knock on the door. It was his boss. Apparently, there had been some sort of gas leak at some high-end government party, and the man was the doctor they wanted.  
 “No” The man said, “I'm asking Sally to marry me. Tonight. She's out getting ready now.”  
 “I'm sorry Dr. Vicer, if you don't come in now, forty people will most likely die.” Was all his boss said.
 So the man went, he hoped Sally could forgive him, forty people would die without him.

 Hours, many hours later, and every person was stable. There were a few close calls, but by god the man had saved them all. Everyone congratulated him, yet hours earlier, Sally had arrived home. To an empty house, once again dressed in her finest clothes, and ready for some big news. Only no-one was there, she was greeted by darkness and a note that simply said, “So sorry Sally, gas leak, had to help at the hospital.”
 When the man arrived home, Sally was sound asleep on the couch, in her finest clothes. The man was dead tired, he had worked almost ten hours straight on the gas leak, so he headed straight for bed. He never once heard any of Sally's coughs.

 Weeks later, and the wedding was planned for only a week away. Only, there was no Sally in the man's house. Sally had developed throat cancer, and by the time anyone caught it; it was too late. The man never caught it, he was either too busy or tired to notice any of the obvious signs. Her first check-up, where the man had to respond to a code blue, that the nurse had to take over, was a referral from the nurse at Sally's work. That nurse at work had noticed some strange lump there, and wanted her to be looked at by a doctor. The nurse, who had no idea what she was looking for, and didn't notice anything. And to save time, and work for the doctor, she gave Sally the OK. And when she came back for the sore throat...
 Sally's family blamed everything on the doctor, and forced Sally to break up with him on the spot. So there she is, lying in a hospital bed, slowly dying. And the man could do nothing to stop it. He was one of the best doctors around, yet his hospital was ill-equipped to deal with cancer this far along. All he had was hope. Would she be alright? No one could say, Sally had moved far away in order to get the best treatment her family could afford. Of course Sally's family had immediately cut off all communication with him. So there the man sat, watching Scrubs. Alone. He would most likely never find out if Sally had lived or died, just the way her family wanted it.  
 But there was always that small hope, the one small chance that she would survive this. Only it didn't matter to the doctor, perhaps if she did live and she didn't blame him for her present condition, she would contact him. Hell, he didn't see himself moving or doing anything different in the next 60 years.
 Years later, there the man sat, watching Scrubs, only he was no longer a doctor at Our Heart Hospital, he had lost his touch, he had lost half his patients, and he had lost his hope for Sally. And the loss of hope is the greatest thing one can lose.