J.D.: Are you all right?
Nick: That kid is eventually gonna die. Whether it's today or tomorrow. Or a month from now. There's nothing I can do. Nothing works. Now, his parents wanna talk to me. What am I supposed to say? Peter lived a good long seven years? Seven years, man. It's not fair. I hate this place, this job.
Elliot: Nick, it's not your fault.
Nick: I can't do it any more. I'm done. I'm done.
J.D.: [v.o.] The scariest thing was I thought he was stronger than all of us. But maybe it's not about being the best. Maybe it's about finding little things that get you through the day. Whether it's the support of someone close to you, or letting yourself feel overwhelmed, if only for a moment. Or being selfless every once in a while. I don't know. I guess in the end, it's about surviving, any way you can.