Tonight is a Les Mis sort of night. Too many surprise funerals every December.
If you are living with a MRSA infection, and you've been cold for days- go to a goddamn hospital. Or you'll leave behind a spouse and kid, a bunch of friends, and a community just fucking shell-shocked. Fuck you, J, you didn't have to go that way and you minimized like you always did and now Amy is just cracked all to pieces and who even knows about Katy and- goddamnit.