A/N: So this is my very first Twilight story and i am slightly nervous. Just so you all know i am known for writing LONG stories so this may go on for awhile, so i hope you all stick with me.

A few things you need to know first:

1) I am in my school finals time so i might not update really fast, at least not until June 5th is over.

2) I recommend listening to the song Remembering Sunday by All Time Low while reading this. That is what inspired this story.

3) I Love comments so please PLEASE leave some and tell me what you think.

4) I own none of the characters, but i wish i did.

That's all I hope you all like the Prologue.

He had to keep running, he had to keep going. If he stopped he would fall apart, he just knew it. The words he had just spoken, the painful look in her eyes, the tears that threatened to almost spill over her eyes as she called for him to come back, how much it hurt to just leave her standing there, it all kept replaying over and over in his mind. He wanted to stop, he wanted to drop to his knees and call out her name, but he couldn’t, he had to be strong, because if wasn’t strong he would give in to the feeling in the bottom of his stomach telling him to go back to her, to run to her as fast as he possibly could and to hold her so close and forget this stupid, crazy idea that leaving her is a good idea.

But he couldn’t do that, it wasn’t a stupid, crazy idea, it was a smart and healthy choice. A choice that would let her, Bella, his Bella, have a safe and whole life, a life that he could not be apart of. He was the reason she was always in danger and he was the reason that she didn’t know better than to just stay away from him. He had fallen in love with her so he stayed by her so much it clouded her common sense to run in the opposite direction of wherever he was. He knew he was selfish and it sickened him to think about what else he could have inflicted on her if he hadn’t left when he did.

Yes, this was the right thing to do, he knew it, he thought he knew it, he had known it when he came up with this plan, but now everything was meshed together and everything around him was dark and blurry and nothing made sense to him. He couldn’t help but ask himself what now? What was life with Bella in it? Was it even worth living? He knew the answer to the last question right away, no it wasn’t. He had no life without her, without talking to her, holding her, kissing her, breathing in her mouth watering scent. No life was nothing without her. But even thinking about ending his life left a bad taste in his mouth, he knew that having to live life on Earth without her but knowing she was alive out there somewhere was much easier than living an after life somewhere in the universe without her was an unbearable thought. No he would keep going on; as long as her heart beat in her chest he would stay on this planet.

His mind had been wandering for the past 10 miles, memories flooding in at a rate faster than possible. Seeing her for the first time, Tyler’s van spinning toward her, her face in his headlights with those disgusting scoundrels looking at like a piece of meat, the warmth of her cheek up against mine, the soft urgency of her lips against his before they parted ways because of James’s hunger for her, the taste of her blood running down his throat, her body close to his as they twirled across the prom’s dance floor. The memories beat against his head likes bricks being thrown against him at an intense rate. He lost focus for one moment than he felt it as he struck a huge tree face on. He slammed so hard into it that he was sure that boom that followed with it was as close to a sonic boom as you could get. He was sure that in a second the tree would crack and tumble to the ground, but amazingly it didn’t. It stood strong and he let himself lean his body forward against it.

He had finally stopped, and now he waited, he waited for the feeling to come to him, the feeling telling him to turn back, the feeling he would listen to and head back the way he came. But after a moment it never came, he was sure it would come but it wasn’t there. He was feeling something else, something he hadn’t planned for. Something that was even more intense. He felt pain. Not from the crash that had just tooken place, no this was an unimaginable pain that caused his un-needed breath to go uneven and the shell of a heart that remained in his heart to crack into a billion small pieces.

It flooded over him in tidal waves, he felt as if he were drowning at in rapid pace. He hunch over and tried to slow his breathing but he couldn’t, he clung tightly to the trunk of the tree and finally let out a sob that he had been holding deep inside himself.

After the first came out, it was like a flood gate was open and more sobs followed one after another. As he cried his tearless tears he slide down to the ground and just let the memories flood over him once more and he couldn’t help but just let her name pass through his lips at least once.

“Bella,” Edward cried out quietly, but once he said it he could let it stop at just once “Bella,” he cried louder “Bella, Bella!, BELLA!” he ended up yelling out as the pain just washed over him.

After some time had past he finally got the strength to pull himself together and stand up. He looked around the woods as if to make sure no one was watching his little episode. He looked behind him in the direction in which he had just come. He took a deep breath and turned away from it and began running again. He had to keep running, he had to keep going.

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Izzie had been staring at the same wall for about an hour, all these memories kept flashing in her mind. It was as if there was a non-stop movie playing in her mind, Alex cheating on her, falling in love with George, it was as if everything that had been missing before had been found and was now being shoved back into her mind.

“Hey.” George’s voice drew her thoughts away from the memories and her eyes away from the wall. George walked into the room and stared at her for a moment. “I heard.” he whispered “Is it true? Do you…do you remember?” he asked.

Izzie looked at his serious expression and smiled. If this had been any other day she would have made fun of his serious expression and told him to lighten up. “Yeah it’s true.”

George’s eyes went wide and look as if a new energy had been shot through them. He looked down at his shoes trying to not get to excited, but it was too much for him. He put the flours he had brought her down next to the ones Alex brought her, and then he sat down on the bed and looked at her for a moment. Izzie thought he had gone into shock until he shot forward and wrapped his arms around her. “Izzie.” he choked out. Izzie could tell that he was crying and she felt her own tears start to spill over. “God I have missed you so much. You have no idea what it’s been like.” he gripped tighter afraid that f he let go of her he would loose her again.

“Shhh, its ok I’m here. Everything is going to be fine.” she whispered in his ear trying to calm him down. She looked over at the flours on the table and noticed that he brought her lilies. This made her cry even harder. They sat there for a few minutes just holding each other, but after five minutes George pulled away and smiled at her wiping the tears out of his eyes and off his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to break down on you.” he said laughing slightly at himself.

“Its ok, I broke down a little too.” she said sniff lightly. George wiped away her tears with the back of his hand. George’s hand stayed on Izzie’s face gently brushing, it was as if he was making sure she was actually there. Izzie’s hand came up and touched his hand entwining his fingers with hers. “I’m sorry I forgot.” she whispered.

“Shh…don’t be sorry, it’s wasn’t your fault.” he looked down slightly “If it was any ones fault it was mine.” he frowned.

“What? No it wasn’t George. Why would you even think that?” Izzie asked.

George closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again “If I hadn’t called and asked you to go back to the hospital than you wouldn’t have gotten into the accident.” he said feeling tears start to swell in his eyes again. “It’s my fault.”

Izzie took her other hand and put it on the side of Georges face, getting him to look up at her “This wasn’t your fault so don’t blame yourself.” she said. George smiled slightly then gave into the urge that had been bubbling in him since he had walked into the room. George leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly on hers. He started to break away when Izzie moved her hand away from his cheek to the back of his head, and she started to kiss back. George smiled slightly in the kiss which made Izzie giggle. When they broke a part they smiled at one another.

“I love you.” Izzie whispered to George.

George’s hand gripped tighter around Izzie’s hand “I love you too.” Izzie then made a gesture for him to lay down on the bed with her. After a little bit of rearranging George put his arm around Izzie as she laid her head on his chest.

George couldn’t believe that she was actually back, in his arms. It was as if someone finally heard what he had kept preying about for the past few weeks. He kissed the top of her head trying to avoid the place her she had just had surgery and ran his hand down her side making her sigh and snuggle closer to him.

George was about to drift off to sleep when he heard Izzie say his name. “George?”

George’s eye’s snapped open “Yeah?” he asked.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What would you have done? I mean I if hadn’t remembered, what would you have done?” she asked.

George blinked a few times and cleared his throat trying to come up with an answer but having a hard time coming up with one. What would he have done? Would he still be fighting over her with Alex or would have just given up?

“I…I” George stuttered “I have no idea.” he said honestly. “I probably would let you decide what you want. And if you wanted to not be with me than I would step aside.” George said not sure if he was answering truthfully.

Izzie sat up and looked at him for a moment then leaned in and kissed him again “Well at least we don’t have to worry about that happening now.” she whispered and smiled at him. She leaned back down and put head back down on his chest.

“Iz?” George whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something now?” he asked. Izzie sat back up and looked at him and just nodded. “Do you….I mean the past few days you have had feelings for…. Do you still want Alex?” George hesitated to ask. Izzie started at him for a second then started to do something that George never expected, she started laughing. “Izzie I’m not joking.” Izzie laughed harder.

“I…..I know….It’s just…just…just the most ridicules thing have ever…ever…heard.” Izze gasped between laughs.

George looked at her and couldn’t help but start laughing too “I’m being….being completely serious.” he said trying not to laugh but not being able to hold it back. They both started to just crack up and laid there laughing for about ten minutes. They finally started to get a hold of themselves George looked at Izzie and in all seriousness asked once again “Honestly, all joking aside, do you still have feelings for him?”

“George I don’t have feelings for Alex.” she said “I hate him. He only cares about himself and he is a total ass. So no, I have no feelings what-so-ever for Alex Karev.” she looked at him and smiled “I love you and only you.”

George nodded his head “Ok just making sure.” he smiled and kissed her one more time before they both laid back and at drifted off to sleep.

George let his mind wonder to the morning of Izzie’s accident and couldn’t help but think the same thing that he thought that morning,

Today is a great day

Room 321

George hated that number. He hated every digit that was in it. He hated that it existed, and he hated what it stood for. It stood for yet another hospital room where Izzie was laying on yet another bed and was holding onto her life with every piece of strength she had in her. She wouldn’t have to be fighting for her life if it weren’t for you, you were the one that thought that it would be a good idea to have sex with her the day she got home from the hospital. You did this and you know you did, it should be you in that bed not her.

George couldn’t shake the guilt that was swelling within him. It felt as if it was pushing him down and trying to crush him to pieces. He knew that if he hadn’t been so thick headed and slept with her, she would be fine. If he hadn’t been so fixed on trying to feel close to her again that she would be at home right now making more muffins. It was his fault and now he had to learn to deal with it.

George had been standing outside 321 looking in at Izzie from the open door for about fifteen minutes and he was ready to turn around and just leave her alone when Izzie turned her head to look at him and said “Are you ever going to come in, or are you just going to stand out there forever?”

Her voice startled George, he swore she was asleep the whole time but obviously he was wrong. He slow took baby steps into the room as if afraid him just being in the same room with her would make her pass out again. “How…How are you?” George said nervously swaying slightly in place.

“I’ve been better.” she said staring at him. Her eyes looked hurt and tired. “Derek told me what happened.” George looked down at his feet preparing himself to get an earful about how he should have stopped arguing with Alex when she had first told him to or how he should have stopped them from having sex. “I’m sorry.” Izzie said.

George’s eyes shot up off the floor in surprise “What?” he asked.

Izzie looked up at the ceiling “If it hadn’t been for me, then we wouldn’t have had sex, if it hadn’t been for me and trying to hold onto the past with Alex then you wouldn’t have fought with him. This is my fault.” Izzie said with tears running down her face. George sped over to her bed side and sat down next to her and put his hand on her cheek.

“Hey.” he whispered getting her to look at him “This is not your fault.” He looked down at his other hand as he clasped it around her hand. “If this is any ones fault it’s mine. I am the one who got into a fight with Alex, I’m the one who didn’t use his head and stop us from having sex. This is not your fault this is mine.” George said rubbing his thumb gently across her cheek wiping away the fallen tears.

Izzie shook her head “Don’t blame yourself.”

“Why not? You are blaming yourself.” George said looking back down at their entangled hands. He always loved the way it felt as if their hands fit each others perfectly. George always felt as if his life was puzzle and when Izzie came into it, it was like he finally found the piece that was missing, he always felt as if they were made for each other and her hand in his right now just reminded him of that.

Izzie smiled at him slightly “I say we just stop blaming anyone and just say that is was an accident.”

George looked up at her and returned the smile “Sounds good. I am not to blame and you are not to blame.”

“Right.” Izzie said holding onto his hand a little tighter.

They sat there is silence for a few moments just enjoying being there. George didn’t want to ruin the moment but he just had to ask “Can we blame Alex?” he said with a smile. Izzie laughed and rolled her eyes slightly which made George start laughing.

“I don’t know yet.” Izzie said thinking hard.

George threw his hands up “Oh come on you have been looking at the same cards for the past 5 minutes, they aren’t changing. Will you just decide?” George exclaimed.

“4” she said handing him four cards and held out her hand for him to hand her four cards from the deck. When she looked at the cards she squinted her face “Can I have four more?” she asked.

George put two cards away then grabbed two new ones “No this is poker you can’t just get rid of the cards you have. You are stuck with the hand you are dealt.” George said looking over his cards.

Izzie moved cards around in her hand “But I have a head injury doesn’t that give me a free pass or …something?” Izzie asked looking over her card at George.

George looked up shocked “You are using the fact that you have a head injury as an excused? That’s sad Iz, very very sad.” George said looking back at his cards.

Izzie smiled also looking back at her cards “It was worth a shot.”

Knock-Knock

Both Izzie and George looked over at the door to see Alex standing in the doorway holding roses in his hand. “Hey.” he said waving with the hand not holding onto the flours.

“Hi.” Izzie said putting her cards down on the table. “Come on in.” Izzie said, and then looked over at George whose face had turned completely emotionless and his posture had turned very uncomfortable.

He stood up and put his cards on Izzie bedside table “We’ll finish this later.”

Izzie looked up at him “You’re going?”

George nodded “Yeah I’ll give you guys sometime.” he said giving Izzie one last smiled then walked past Alex and headed out.

Izzie watched as he went and looked down at her hand. It had been an hour since George had let go of it but she could still feel it there, and she missed it being there, it felt as if something was missing from her.

“How are you?” Alex asked standing awkwardly in front of her bed.

Izzie looked away from her hand and up at Alex “I’m ok.” she smiled.

He nodded “That’s good.” he put the roses on the table sitting on her bed. “Those are for you.” he said as if she didn’t already know that.

“Thanks.” She said looking down at the flours.

“I didn’t know what your favorite flour was so I guessed. Are these good?” He asked.

Izzie smiled at him “Yeah they’re my favorite.” she lied. Izzie’s favorite flours were actually lilies but she could tell he was trying very hard to try and make up for the fight he and George had got into, so she decided to just play along.

They stayed silent for a moment not sure what to say to each other. Alex didn’t know weather he should say sorry about the fight or be mad about the fact that she was just a few seconds away from cheating on him. Izzie didn’t know if she should tell him not to blame himself like she had for George or if she should tell him that it was his fault and he should feel bad. She knew that that would be a mean thing to say but she felt as if it were the only way to do what she should have done right after George had kissed her the first time, break up with him.

“Listen I’m sorry about the fight, it was my fault I got angry and I was scared that I was loosing you and George was being a jackass. I’m just really sorry about everything.” Alex said.

Izzie narrowed his eyes, “George was not a jackass.” Izzie said slightly angry. She felt oddly offended by the idea that Alex would think that George was being a jackass.

Alex looked at her confused “What do you mean? He told me to leave because he wanted to kiss you. He was talking about how I was never there for you. I mean I’m your boyfriend he’s just your friend he shouldn’t be trying to feel you up or telling me I was never there for you.”

Izzie sat up straighter “You aren’t my boyfriend. Not really.” Alex looked at her confused “George is my boyfriend now, for the past two years we have been together. You cheated on me, you are not my boyfriend.”

“You remember?” Alex asked.

“A few things.”

Alex shoved his hands in his pockets “How many things?”

“Nothing with you, they’re all memories of George.” Izzie said.

Alex nodded “Izzie I did something stupid a long time ago, but I have changed and I love you now. I don‘t want to loose you I want us to be together, forever.”

Izzie looked down at her empty hand again “It doesn’t matter Alex. You anything you want it doesn‘t change how I feel,” she looked back up at him “I’m not in love with you. I thought I was but I realize now that there is someone out there for me that cares more about me than anything else. He would never cheat on me and he would never hurt me.”

Alex took a step back “O’Malley.” he whispered.

“It took me a while but I get it now, I understand now, he’s it, he’s my other piece, he’s my person.” Izzie said. She could tell Alex was hurt by this but a part of her didn’t care, she didn’t know why she didn’t care more but something in her couldn’t help but be glad that she finally got out from under him. Unexpectedly she felt a big wave hit her it was as if finally realizing what she wanted made something click in her head, images just stared to flash in her mind.

“I love you Izzie Stevens” George whispered then kissed her in a dark linen closet.

Flash

She opened the door to the on-call room and her eyes went wide at seeing Alex in bed with Olivia.

Flash

She wrapped her arms around his back and nuzzled her face into George’s neck “Happy anniversary.” she whispered in his ear.

Flash

“Merry Christmas.” he whispered as he put a necklace with a small G letter and an I letter around her neck.

Flash

She sat in front of a camera and nervously pushed the record button on the remote she was holding. She took a deep breathe then said “Hey, I know it seems weird that I’m giving you a video tape for our anniversary and I know you taped all of this stuff so you know what you are about to see. George I just wanted you to know how much these past two years have meant to me. I don’t think I have ever loved someone as much as I love you.”

Flash

She was lying next to Alex but couldn’t help but get the image of George out her head. He had said so many mean things to her and this was suppose to help, but all it did was make her realize how badly she wanted George.

Flash

She finally stood up after six hours of just laying there. George knew about her sex with Alex, she felt numb like everything was falling apart around her.

Flash

“Will you merry me?” George asked as he knelt down on one knee in her room.

Izzie snapped out of it after a few moments to see Alex sitting on the bed holding onto her shoulders. “Izzie are you ok?” he asked.

She was shaking slightly “I…I…I remember.” she stuttered.

Alex’s eyes went wide “You what?” he asked.

She looked at him then rubbed the side of her head “I remember.” she repeated.

“You remember what?” he looked at her searching her face for answers.

“Everything.”

A/N Sorry it’s been a while sense I updated I just started classes and I have been really busy, but I promise that I will update every weekend.

“Is this seat taken?”

George picked his head up off of the counter to see Cristina standing over him. George slowly shook his head then let it drop back down to the bar.

Cristina ordered a beer then looked down at George “I got to say you look like hell.” she stated.

George picked his head up again “Listen if you’re here just to make fun of me then please let me have a few more so I can pass out and not have to listen.” George slurred out.

“I’m not here to make fun of you.” Cristina said as she took a sip of beer.

George rested his face on his hand and looked at her in confusion “Then why are you here?” he asked.

Cristina put her drink on the counter and looked down at it “Why are you here?” she asked him.

George looked around “It’s a bar people come here to drink.” he said looking back at her.

“Yes I know it’s a bar dumb ass. I mean why are you here?” she looked over at him. George just stared at her Why am I here? How is this going to help me deal with what going on? “You are better then this George. You don’t go to a bar to drink away your sorrow.” Cristina said. It got quiet as they sat there looking at each other. After what seemed like a life time Cristina picked up her drink and took a sip then looked back over at George “Izzie has been asking for you.” she said as she put down her drink.

George sat up a little straighter “Yeah?” he ask.

Cristina nodded “Yeah she has been wondering why you have been upset so much. We just told her you were upset about the accident,” George looked down at the bar sadly “it’s not just the accident, is it?” she asked already knowing the answer.

George shook his head “No,” he whispered “it isn’t.”

“Then what is it?” Cristina asked.

George shook his head slightly “It’s everything…it’s Alex….it’s the accident…it’s Izzie’s memory….” he looked up at Cristina “it’s like if someone told you one day that Burke doesn’t remember you and it gets worse because not only does he not remember you he also wants some else. And it hurts so badly because he is the one person that understands you, that gets you, and he doesn’t even know how much he is hurting you.” he said looking down at the bar again “I just don’t know what I should do anymore.” he whispered.

Cristina looked down at him “You want to know what I would do?” George nodded slightly “I would suck it up. The woman you love is lying in a hospital bed right now, so she doesn’t remember what kind of relationship you guys had that doesn’t mean that you give up that means you fight as hard as you can to keep her.” George looked up at her confused.

“How? I’m not suppose to tell her anything about her past.”

“You don’t have to tell her anything about her past you can just make her fall in love with you all over again. George just because she doesn’t remember doesn’t mean those feelings aren’t there. And I think we both know Izzie is not suppose to be with Alex. Just give her a little time and she will realize it too. And who knows maybe her falling in love with you again will trigger her memories.” Cristina stated. George couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Cristina Yang was actually being nice and supportive. She’s right you drunken loser. Izzie fell in love with you once who’s to say she won’t fall in love with you again. You just need to be the George she fell in love with and everything should be fine….But she fell in love with me after we slept together, how an I suppose to make her fall in love with me again if I don’t sleep with her first?…..I will figure something out right now I just have to make her realize how wrong Alex is for her and to do that I have to do the one thing I didn’t want to do….I have to pretend like nothing ever happened between us and I have to become best friend George again. I can do this!

“Knock - Knock.” George said sticking just his head into the room. Izzie looked over at him and smiled. She had the TV on and was watching one of the cooking shows that George never understood why she liked them.

“Hey you came back.” she said picking up the remote and turning off the TV.

George walked into the room and shut the door behind him “Yeah I thought you might need the company.” Lifted up his right hand that had flowers in them “These are for you.” he said putting them on the table at the end of her bed. George sat down on the chair next to the bed and reached out and grabbed her hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

Izzie rolled her eyes “I’m sick of answering that question.” she said.

“Ok then I won’t ask how you are feeling I will just ask you about…” George looked all over the room then his eyes landed on the bed “How is the bed? Is it too firm? Or is it to squishy? Because I know I don’t like it when I have to lie on a bed of bricks or I lay down and I just sink into the bed.”

Izzie laughed “Because you lay on bricks on a daily bases.” she laughed a little more.

“Oh yeah all the time. Some days when I don’t get the chance to lay on bricks I start twitching and it’s like I’m going through withdrawal.” George joked. He loved that he was making Izzie laugh, to George that was the best sound ever…. when Izzie laughed.

“So where have you been?” Izzie asked still giggling slightly.

George cleared his throat and looked down at their hands together “I was clearing him head. I needed some fresh air.” he looked back up at her face and smiled “But I’m back now and I’m here for anything you need. Foot rub? Jello? Trashy tabloid magazines? Anything you want I will get for you.” he said.

Izzie smiled at him “Just you being here is enough.” she said.

George smiled wider “I can do that.” he said leaning forward and touched her cheek.

Just outside the door Cristina was looking in through the window.

She smiled slightly “Good for you George.” she said then walked away leaving Izzie and George alone to be together.

Could this year get any weirder?

Izzie was hitting herself over the head for even thinking that now because apparently it could get weirder. Today a boy and his father came in with a dying deer and wanted a doctor to save it. Izzie being the only doctor around that wasn’t busy on a case and the only doctor that the Chief Resident happened to hate got assigned to take care of the deer. So now she was right out side the hospital sitting in the trunk of a pick-up truck hooking wires up to a deer while also trying to calm down a crying 11 year old kid and trying to teach her intern new things.

“Ok Dr. Greenberg after I hook the I-V up what I do?” Izzie asked trying to sound like a teacher and trying to pretend like this case isn’t beneath her abilities as a surgeon.

Mitch’s eyes shot up from were Izzie was inserting the I-V. “Uh- you check for any signs that the I-V is working and if it is you take some tests to see the extent of the damage.” Mitch stuttered.

Izzie nodded her head “Good. You can check to see if it is working and if it is you can run the tests. I am going to and try and calm down the boy while you do that.” Izzie ripped of her rubber gloves and stood up and jumped off the truck.

“Dr. Stevens!” Izzie heard her name. She spun around and saw Callie walking fast up to her.

“Yeah?” Izzie asked confused.

“Is there any chance I could steal Mitch away from you? I want all the new interns to get a chance to work on a patient on their first day.” Callie asked looking over at Mitch who was checking the I-V hooked up to the deer.

“I guess so, but I need someone on the case with me.” Izzie stated.

Callie looked back at Izzie “Don’t worry Dr. Bailey is sending someone down to help you.” Callie waved over to Mitch “Dr. Greenberg can you come with me?” she asked.

Mitch nodded, took off his gloves, and headed over to the other doctors. “What do you need me for?” he asked Callie.

“Burn victim. Dr. Slone is waiting for you in the pit.” Callie said and Mitch took off running. “How’s the deer coming along?” she asked.

Izzie looked back at it “I don’t know if it is going to make it. It was hit really hard by the car.” Izzie turned back around and looked at Callie.

“Well do what you can.” with that Callie turned and headed back to the hospital. Izzie rolled her eyes “I am.” she whispered to herself and headed back to the deer’s side. She checked it’s heart rate and examined it while waiting for help to come. After a few minutes she heard someone’s foot steps behind her.

“Finally!” she said annoyed as she turned to look at whoever it was. “Where have you be-” she trailed off when she saw George standing behind her.

“Hey Iz.” George said.

Six Hours and Ten Minutes

That is how long George and Izzie had been working on the deer until it finally gave up fighting and died. In those six hours and ten minutes Izzie had not said more then five words to George. She couldn’t decide if it was because she felt awkward around him now that he knew what her true feelings for him were, or if it was because she was angry at him for not say one word to her when she told him that she was in love with him and then he left her waiting in a church for four hours and then went into hiding and hasn’t spoken to her in fifteen days. She was pretty sure it the second one but she wouldn’t stake her life on it.

Now they were heading into the hospital to try and find Callie to tell her about the deer and once again they were in complete silence. They stood in front of the elevator waiting for the doors to open so they could step in when George finally spoke to her.

“I wonder what’s taking so long.” George said obviously talking about the elevator. Izzie rolled her eyes but didn’t say a word to him. “You think this being a hospital and all we would have faster working elevators.” he said trying to keep it from going quiet between them again. “I mean someone could be bleeding to death and we wouldn’t be able to work on them because we were waiting for the elevator. I mean try explaining that one to the family. What happened? Why did he die?…Because we were waiting for a elevator.” George tried to joke but it only made Izzie angrier so she just sighed heavily and turned and headed toward the stairwell not noticing George was following right behind her.

The door slammed shut and Izzie started heading up the stairs when she stopped dead in her tracks at George’s angry voice “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted up at her.

Izzie spun around and looked down at him in disbelief “What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked and walked down the stairs to get level with George “I tell you I love you and not one word!” she said almost irritated at George. George’s face twitched at the word “love” but stayed silent. “I wait at the church for you and you go and disappear on me.” she was getting angrier by the minute “Then I finally see you again after two weeks of worry about you and all you want to talk to me about is how slow the elevators are working. So don’t ask me what the hell is wrong with me, ask what the hell is wrong with youself!” she yelled at him.

George’s eyes narrowed “What do you want from me?” he asked in a low voice. “I’m married…. I’m married to someone who loves me and wants to start a family with me and you are standing there telling me you are in love with me, saying you don’t know what would happen if we got together, basically asking me to leave my wife for you. You want me to leave my wife for something that might not work, something that might be over in a week. Is that it? Is that what you want from me?” George asked not raising his voice at all to her.

Izzie’s eyes were slowly filling up with tear “No I just want you to tell me if you love me or not, that’s it, I’m not asking you to leave your wife I just need to know. Are you in love with me too?” she asked. George looked down at the ground then back up at Izzie.

“I don’t know.” he answered.

Izzie nodded and wiped away a few tears “Well if the answer doesn’t come to you right away, then I guess I got my answer.” she said then turned around and headed back up the stairs, leaving George standing there with a painful look in his eyes and a clenched jaw.

Bump - Bump - Bump

Izzie laid awake on Alex’s chest listening to his heart beat. She found the sound it made interesting. It’s not that Alex had an irregular heart beat it’s just that she noticed that it didn’t sound familiar. Izzie closed her eyes tight and tried to think about the past few years but all she came up with was…nothing. Not even a face of someone or anything. She wanted to remember everything but it was like there was a wall in front of all her memories and no one was telling her how to break it down. All of her friends know everything she wants to know but they won’t tell her. She had all these questions and no one was giving her answers. What is her life like? Is she happy? Does she still live with Meredith and George or does she live with Alex? How long have her and Alex been dating? Are they serious or just starting a relationship? Is Meredith still with Derek? Is Derek still married to Addison? Is George still in love with Meredith? All these questions were clouding her head and giving her a serious migraine.

Bump - Bump - Bump

Izzie listened more to Alex’s heart and yet another question popped into her head. If she is with Alex then why does his heart beat sound wrong? Why is it that she remembers a different heart beat? A steadier and soothing heart beat, not a bumpy loud heart beat that kept her up. She could be wrong, maybe she just has to get use to the sound again but somewhere inside Izzie knew that that was a lie and she would never get used to the sound that was pounding against Alex’s chest.

Just as Izzie finally started to fall asleep a new sound met her ears.

Knock - Knock - Knock

Alex stirred under Izzie’s head and he slowly started to wake up. “Come in.” Alex shouted very tiredly as he rubbed his eyes awake. The door opened and Meredith popped her head in.

“Bailey is looking for you.” she said as she took a few steps into the room. Izzie raised her head off of Alex’s chest and faked a yawn, pretending she was asleep the whole time and she was just waking up. Alex sat up and climbed out of bed.

“Ok I’ll go find her.” He leaned down and kissed Izzie on the head. “I’ll be back.” he whispered Izzie let her eyes close at the feel of his touch. He smiled down at her then started walking out of the room. Izzie noticed as he passed Meredith she gave him a strange look. A look that could be of anger or disgust. Meredith watched Alex close the door then turned around and smiled at Izzie.

“Hey.” Meredith said walking over and sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

Izzie smiled back “Hi.”

Meredith looked over at the heart monitor behind Izzie “How are you feeling?” she asked.

Izzie looked down at her hands in her lap “I’m ok…I guess.” she answered sadly.

“So Alex is being really nice.” Meredith stated.

Izzie looked back up at Meredith and smiled “Yeah he is being really sweet.” Izzie looked over at the door where Alex just left and gave a strange look at Meredith.

“What?” Meredith asked.

Izzie pointed slightly at the place where Meredith was just standing “What was with the look you gave Alex when he left?” she asked.

Meredith looked behind her at where Izzie was pointing and then back at Izzie. She laughed a little “It was nothing.” she lied. Meredith didn’t think that Alex should be taking advantage of the situation Izzie was in right now.

Izzie narrowed her eyes “You sure?” Meredith just nodded. Izzie didn’t exactly believe her but she decided not to press the issue.

“I talked to Bailey and I talked to Derek and they said that you only have to stay for one more week then you can come home with me and George.” Meredith said changing the subject.

Izzie nodded “So I still live with you and George?” she asked.

Meredith nodded “Yeah. Derek stays over too but it’s still you, me and George.”

“Where is George?” Izzie asked. “He left to get Alex and he never came back.”

Meredith thought about how George was acting when he came and got Alex and how angry he was. After about fifteen minutes of sitting in the waiting room he went to check on Izzie but when he came back he grabbed his jacket and left without one word. Meredith looked at Izzie and she shook her head “I honestly don’t know.”

Joe walked over to George and poured more into his glass “Don’t you think you should slow down a little?” he asked as George picked up the glass and took sip.

George shook his head and put the glass down “Why should I? It doesn’t matter how drunk I get. I don’t care anymore. The only person that I ever cared about in the whole world is still in love with Alex and is asleep in his arms right now.” he took another sip and looked up at Joe “So no,” he shook his head again “I don’t think I should slow down a little.”

Joe nodded then turned and walked away. George picked up his glass and drank. He closed his eyes when he felt the smooth cool drink touch his lips. Bourbon. That is what started all of this. It was the drink that they chose to drink together, it was the drink that lingered on his and Izzie’s lips the first time they had sex. It was what melted away all the ties they had as friends and made them realize there was something deeper between them.

As George slowly swallowed the drink he felt as if that whole night was coming back to him, every kiss, every touch, everything that had made him realize how much he loved her. Their first kiss replayed in his mind and how they stumbled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. How the whole world seem to melt away the first time he entered her, how she smiled up at him, and how she loved to run her hands through his hair. Suddenly the bourbon in his mouth tasted like sewage.

George put the glass down on the bar and stared at it. If it wasn’t for this god damn drink Izzie and I would have never been together and I wouldn’t care that right now Izzie is in the arms of a fucking asshole who cheated on her and tried to break them up before. If it hadn’t been for this drink then I wouldn’t care who Izzie dated and I wouldn’t want to beat the hell out of Alex and the guy who fell asleep at the wheel of his truck and ran into Izzie. If it wasn’t for this drink I wouldn’t feel so…so…so empty.

George picked up the drink and took another sip What the hell a drink, is a drink no matter how much pain it has brought me. George gulped down the last of hated drink then slammed the glass down on the bar. George looked over at Joe and then turned around on the stool he was sitting on and looked at ever one in the bar. There was a man sitting at the other end of the bar with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other he was talking to a woman who was obviously not interested in him. George found this funny actually. There was also group of friends playing darts at one end of the bar. They were laughing and having a fun time.Secretly George hated these happy people. And then in a dark corner of the bar there was two people sitting close to each other, a guy and a girl. They didn’t have drinks in their hands and they weren’t throwing darts at a board. They were just sitting there talking and whispering into each others ears. The girl would every once in a while run her hand up the guys arm and laugh at what he was saying, then the guy would put his hand under her chin and give her a light kiss and they would break apart and smile at each other. They looked…happy. They looked like everything in the world was perfect and that nothing else matter except that moment and being with each other.

George hated these people even more then the friends on the other side of the room. These people. That couple. That is what he was like just four days earlier. He was happy and in love and nothing else mattered in the whole world except him and Izzie. And he had to ask himself Why hasn’t anything tragic happened to these people? Why are they so happy and I am so empty? Did I do something wrong? Why am I being punished and those two happy people in the corner aren’t? Why?

George turned around again and looked at Joe. “Joe I need another.” George raised his glass up and waved Joe over. Joe poured him another and watched as George brought the drink to lips again. What the hell a drink is a drink right? And with that George let the drink into his mouth and he swallowed.

Izzie’s eyes slowly fluttered open the next day. She and George had held onto each other for hours the day before and he explained to her what had happen and how much time had passed. He also explained that he couldn’t tell her anything else because they have to wait and see if her memory comes back.

Izzie looked over at George who was asleep in the chair next to her bed. He is being really great about this and really supportive. It’s just he looks so sad every time he looks at me. It could be because of the car accident and the memory loss but I swear there is something else that seems to be wrong in his eyes I just wish I knew what it is.

George stirred slightly and his eyes fluttered open. He cleared his throat and looked around the room before sitting up straighter and looking at her. “Good morning.” he said sleepily as he rubbed his eyes.

“Morning.” Izzie said back and gave a small smile. “How did you sleep?” she asked.

George rubbed the back of his neck and smiled at her “Good. I slept good.” he said “How about you? Are you ok? Do you want anything?” he asked.

Izzie thought for a second “Actually there is one thing that I really want.”

George nodded “Name it.” he smiled

“Alex.” she whispered. George blinked a few times Alex? Did she just say Alex? She wants Alex? George couldn’t believe he had heard those words come out of her mouth. “I know you guys think he is some sleaze bag but he really is sweet and caring and I care about him a lot and I wish you guys would give him a chance.” she said. Of course she wants Alex. It hit George all of a sudden She doesn’t know he cheated on her and that she is in love with me.

George nodded “Okay I will go and get Alex.” he stood up “He’ll be in in a minute.” he walked toward the door and was leaving when he heard Izzie say his name. George turned around and looked at her.

“Thank you.” she said.

He nodded again and left the room. He was walking down the hallway and his mind was racing a mile a minute. She is still crazy about Alex. How could I have forgotten about that? I can’t handle this… I can’t handle her being all mushy over Alex…it’s just too hard…I can’t do it. George walks into the waiting room where his friends were all sitting and chatting with each other. Meredith sees George and stands up suddenly bringing the other twos attention to George.

“George? Is everything ok?” Meredith asked as he walked up to them.

George kind of swayed in place for a second or two then looked down at Alex. “She…” George cleared his throat and found his voice again “She wants to see you.” he whispered. Meredith and Cristina looked down at Alex who looked up at George shocked and confused.

“Why?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“She is still has feelings for you.” George explained “She doesn’t remember all the stuff you two went threw.”

Alex let the words slowly sink in “So your saying she still likes me?” he still didn’t believe it.

George clenched his teeth together “Yes.” he hissed through his teeth.

Alex stood up “Okay well I’ll go watch over her.” he walked past George and gave him a small pat on his back which made George want to rip his arm off and beat him to death with it.

George sat down and put his face in his hands trying to clam down. “Are you ok?” Cristina asked.

“No!” George said angrily. “No I’m not!” George looked up at them “He is a jackass!” he pointed toward the direction Alex just went “He thinks he is hot shit and that he is better then everyone else! He is probably loving the fact that Izzie has amnesia because that means that she still thinks he is some kind of god or something!” George stood up and started pacing “Why can’t she remember? I’m the one that loves her! I’m the one she was going to marry and have kids with! She left him to be with me! Now he is in there and is being everything that I’m suppose to be for her!” George wasn’t exactly yelling at Meredith and Cristina but he was more yelling just to yell and get his frustration out.

“George,” Meredith said calmly.

George ignored her “And now not only have I lost my girlfriend but she is with someone else, thinks that I’m still her best friend, and she doesn’t know that everything she thinks is right is actually wrong!” he shouted again.

“George!” Meredith said more loudly.

“WHAT!” George spun around and shouted.

Meredith jumped back a little “Just clam down. There is still a chance that after a few days she will start remembering again.” she said.

George slumped back down in the chair he was sitting in before “I know.” he looked up sadly at them “It’s just I want Izzie to be…Izzie again.” he said. Meredith and Cristina sat down next to him.

“We know.” Meredith whispered “But for right now you need to be her friend and just support her and help her. And you are going to have to deal with Alex for right now. And hey maybe she wont like him maybe she just wants to be friends with him too.” Meredith said trying to sound positive. George didn’t believe that but it was a comforting thought. “You ok now?” she asked.

George lied and nodded his head “Yeah I’ll be fine.” he gave a fake smile “I can be her friend. And I can watch her be with,” he clenched his teeth again “Alex.” he hissed out.

“Good.” Meredith rubbed his arm and gave him a sympathetic smile.

Izzie heard a knock on her door and Alex’s head popped in. “Hey.” he said as he walked up to her bed and sat down on the side of it taking her hand in his. “You wanted to see me?” he said.

Izzie smiled back at him “Yeah I just wanted to see you.” She looked down at their hands and her smile began to fade “Did you hear what happened to me?” she asked looking back up at him.

Alex’s smile faded too “Yeah…yeah I did. I am so sorry Iz. I wish there was something I could do.” he said.

Izzie nodded “It’s okay just you being here is good enough.” she smiled again. “So how is everyone? How is Meredith? Is she and Derek still on the outs?” Izzie tried to switch the subject.

“I can’t really say.” Alex looked sadly down at her. “You have to remember on your own.” he explained.

Izzie nodded “Right I know I was just trying to get a better conversation going.”

Alex smiled “Who said we need conversation at all?” he asked then he got up and climbed into bed next to Izzie and put his arm around her. Izzie laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. This is nice. Laying here with him…it‘s nice…..but if it feels so nice then why is it that it feels so…not right.

The two laid there in complete silence just laying there trying to fall asleep. Not knowing that right outside George was standing shocked looking at the two. And slowly the last part in George’s heart that wasn’t broken started to crack.

“Hey I know it seems weird that I’m giving you a video tape for our anniversary and I know you taped all of this stuff so you know what you are about to see. George I just wanted you to know how much these past two years have meant to me. I don’t think I have ever loved someone as much as I love you.” George sat on the edge of the coffee table listening to Izzie speak to him and it almost felt as if she were sitting right in front of him “Now I know you probably think I’m a loser for giving you this but I have watched and rewatched this tape about a billion times and it always makes me realize how lucky I am to have you and now I want you to have this in case something happens in the future and we aren’t together. That way at least you can look back and say “wow we really did care about each other” .” George looked down from the screen thinking about how much weight those words now have. “George I love you and hope that we have many more anniversaries together.” The picture went fuzzy for a second then George’s “amazing” camera work appeared on the screen.

George was walking up the steps to Izzie and his new room “And here we are on the day that is moving day in the Grey/Stevens/O’Malley household. Of course these days you may have to add Shepard to that group.” The camera slowly entered the room. “As you can see I am almost moved in completely but I am missing one thing,“ George paused “my girlfriend. She has been in that closet for about four hours and I’m starting to think that she is just trying to get out of helping with the heavy lifting.” George panned over to the closet and started to walk toward it “We are going to venture inside the cavern of death that is.. the closet.” George took a few steps inside and found Izzie instantly, she was moving over her clothes and hanging some of George’s shirts up.

“What are you doing?” Izzie asked when she saw the camera.

George zoomed in on her confused look “I am documenting this very momentous occasion.” he said coming up next to the box of clothes “Now I have to ask you why are you hanging my normal shirts up?” he asked looking at his casual clothes.

“I like things nice and straight if I fold them then they will get wrinkled.” she explained as she hung a few more up.

George flipped the camera over so he was now on screen “I’m moving in with a freak. A not just a normal freak but a neat freak. SOMEBODY HELP!!” he joked. Then a hand came from off camera and smacked him over the head. “OW!” he rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t be mean.” Izzie said as he pointed the camera back at her.

“Ok I’m sorry. “ he apologized but Izzie didn’t look to convinced “Hey,” he came around and wrapped one arm around her and the other, that was holding the camera up, he pointed at them so they were both on screen now “I’m sorry.” he whispered and kissed her quickly “I‘m sorry“ he repeated then kissed her again then he repeated it again making Izzie laugh . George’s eyes were filling up yet again with tears watching the two of them together was almost killing him.

Suddenly a phone rang and it took George a minute to realize it wasn’t coming from the tape. He pushed pause and headed toward the kitchen. He flipped on a light and picked up the phone. “Hello?” he said in to the phone.

“George you have to get back here. It’s Izzie.” Meredith said into the phone quickly.

“Is she ok? What’s wrong?” George started panicking. She can’t die, she just can’t.

Meredith paused for a second then finally spoke, “She’s awake.” she said. George dropped the phone and raced out the front door as fast as possible. He got all the way in the car then he realized he forgot his keys in his jacket pocket in the house. George jumped out of the car and raced inside, got his keys and made a mad rush to the hospital.

George burst through the stairway door and ran to her room as fast as possible he was about to open the door when he heard Derek say his name “George wait a minute.” he said rushing up to him.

George looked at him as if he were crazy “What why?” George asked breathlessly.

“I need to talk to you for a minute.” Derek gestured toward and empty room. George looked back at Izzie’s door then at Derek and nodded. George got in the room and noticed that it wasn’t completely empty. Meredith, Cristina, and Alex were all sitting around a table whispering to each other.

“What’s going on?” George asked a little skeptical about the looks of the situation.

“Please sit.” Derek gestured toward a chair and then sat in the one next to it. George sat down and gazed at his friends and started to worry a little about what he was about to hear.

George’s eyes shifted to Derek and then to his friends then back to Derek “What’s this about?” he asked.

Derek looked down for a second then back up “It’s about Izzie.” he paused and cleared his throat “She is having trouble….she’s can’t… she..” Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“What? She what? Just tell me?” George was panicking again. What’s wrong with her just tell me!

“It’s her memory.” George almost fell out of his chair “She is having a hard time remembering some things in her life.” Derek explained.

George nodded slowly “Things? What things?” he asked.

“Well she remembers her life up to a certain point and then it kind of just stops for her.” he paused to let George soak up what he just said. After about a minute he cleared his throat and continued “Izzie can remember her childhood and going to med school and becoming a intern here but she can’t remember anything after her first three months here.”

“Bu.. But that means she doesn’t… she doesn’t remember…us.” George stuttered.

Derek looked at George for a second then nodded sadly “She said the last patient she remembered working on was the abusive father who needed a liver. She said that she had just found out about Cristina and Burke and Addison has just come to town.” Derek explained.

George put his face in his hands for a minute and let some tears fall. “So what now? Do we tell her the truth?” he asked wiping tears away from his eyes.

“We can tell her some stuff but other stuff we can not tell her.” Derek said.

George looked up at him confused, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Derek thought about how to word this “I mean we can tell her the date and what happened to her but personal information we have to keep from her.” George still looked confused “Studies have shown that people who have memory loss have a better chance of regaining their memories if they are not told what the memories are. Say you go and tell her what your guys first date was like. You say it was at night and you had food. Izzie will then form a picture of what she thinks it looked like and not what it actual looked like. And then her brain will forever remember what she imagined it to look like and not what it really looked like.”

George nodded slightly trying to understand “So you mean that I have to wait and see if she remembers?” he asked.

“Yes”

“What happens if she never remembers?” he asked.

Derek opened his mouth to say something but then closed it and looked over at the others in the room.

Cristina cleared her throat “In these cases if she doesn’t remember then its better to just let her rebuild her life.”

George looked around at everyone “So you’re saying just let her forget everything? Let her stay in the dark about everything?” he asked.

They all nodded silently. George leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

“Do you want to see her?” Derek asked after a few minutes.

George looked over at Derek and nodded. They both stood up and walked out of the room. For some reason the walk to the room seemed much longer then before but after what seemed to be years they finally were in front of the door. Derek slowly opened the door for George and held it open for him.

George walked slowly into the room and went right up to the side of her bed. She looked like she was sleeping and he was about to just let her sleep but then her eyes slowly started to slowly move and then they finally opened and made instant contact with his eyes. “Hey you.” he whispered. George blinked a few times making sure he wasn’t imaging this happening.

“Hi.” she whispered back. She put her hand to her head in pain “What happened?” she asked.

George sat on the side of the bed “You had an accident.” he said.

Izzie tried to sit up slightly “What do you mean?” she said sacredly.

George put his hands on her shoulders and tried to clam her down “You were in a car accident.” he explained “You have been in a coma for four days. You had some head injuries and some internal bleeding. But you are going to be fine.” he said.

Izzie scooted back down in her bed “Oh ok that’s good. So nothing is wrong with me?” she asked. George paused then shook his head. “What? What’s wrong woth me?” she asked.

George cleared his throat “You…You have memory loss.” he explained.

Izzie laughed a little “No I don’t I remember everything. I know what year it is and who I am and who you are and who he is,” she pointed at Derek “I don’t have memory loss.” she said.

“Yes you do.” he said “ Iz, it’s 2007.”

“No it isn’t it’s 2005.” she laughed again.

George shook his head again.

Izzie blinked a few times and tears started spilling over “Oh God.” she whispered. She put her hands on her face and cried harder. George scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her. Izzie leaned into his hug and just cried harder. George whispered to her “it’s ok, your going to be ok.” he whispered and ran his hand through her hair. And they just stayed like that for hours and hours. Just sitting there crying.

“George?” George felt someone shake his shoulder “George wake up.”

George slowly opened his eyes “What is it?” he asked forgetting where he was. But when his eyes focused on the hospital room walls that surrounded him he realized he had fallen asleep in Izzie’s hospital room. He jumped to his feet “Izzie! Is Izzie ok?” he said looking at Dr. Bailey.

“She’s the same.” She walked over to Izzie’s side and put a hand on her shoulder. “When was the last time you went home?” Bailey asked still looking down at Izzie. George thought back to the last few days. It had been four days since the accident and George had yet to leave Izzie’s side since the first time he walked into the room. People had brought him food and coffee but he didn’t eat anything they brought him and he didn’t drink any of the coffee.

George ran his hand through his unkempt hair and sighed “About four days.” he paused and looked down at Izzie “I haven’t been home since the ….since it happened.”

Bailey looked up at him “You should go and get some rest. Take a shower and change.” she said looking at his now wrinkled fancy clothes.

George shook his head “I can’t. I can’t leave. What if I leave and she wakes up? I don’t want her to be alone.” he said.

“I’ll sit with her.” George shook his head again just looking at Izzie. “George you need to get out of this room. If she wakes up do you think the first thing she wants to see is your stubbly face and greasy hair?” Bailey joked a little “No she will want to see her nicely groomed boyfriend. A boyfriend that does not smell like he just rolled around in the trash.” she joked again. George gave a small half hearted smile. “Go home George. Just for an hour. Then you can come back.”

George was about to protest but Bailey raised her finger and silenced him “That’s an order.” she said.

George gave her another small smile then nodded. He walk over to Izzie’s side and leaned down and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then he leaned further down and put his mouth near her ear and whispered “I’ll be back soon.” then he pulled back and looked at her for another minute.

“George…” Bailey was about to remind him to leave again.

“I know. I know I’m going.” He said then he started backing out of the room still looking at Izzie making sure she didn’t wake up as he started to leave. When he got to the door he froze again. Bailey came to his side and nudged him out slightly and closed the door to the room.

George stood out the room for another minute then he turned to leave. People around him pointed and stared and whispered to each other as he walked down the hospital hallway by the time he got to the elevator he was sure everyone even the patients had stopped to stare at him.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened and George walked slowly into the elevator. The second he turned around everyone who had been looking at him looked in a different direction. When the elevator doors closed George closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back wall then he sank to the floor, it was the first time in four days that he had really been alone. I shouldn’t be leaving. If I leave then there is a good chance that she will wake up and who is the first person she will see? Bailey that’s who! She should see me first! Of course Bailey does make a good point when she says that the first thing Izzie’s sees shouldn’t be some smelly gross guy. I still hate to leave her. George let out a deep breath I can’t believe any of this actually happened. I mean five days ago she was awake and alive and smiling. Now she is on a bed in a hospital and she may never wake up. I don’t know if I will ever talk to her again. God I can’t believe this is happening.

Ding

The doors reopened on the ground floor and George got up and left the elevator. Once again he felt mobbed by people staring at him. While walking out the sliding door he heard his name being called. “GEORGE! WAIT UP!” George turned around to find Meredith walking up to him.

“Hey.” he greeted her.

Meredith smiled at him “Hey Bailey paged me and told me you were leaving and I figured you might need these.” she held up some car keys. George had almost forgot that his car was not in the parking lot. Izzie was driving it home when he asked her to turn around and meet him on the roof.

“Oh thanks.” he said grabbing the keys.

He turned to leave when Meredith called him back “Hey George?”

He turned and looked at her “Yeah?”

She looked at him for a second then asked “Are you ok?”

George looked down for a second then back up at his friend “No. But I’m coping.” he answered. Meredith just nodded and turned and left. George watched her leave then he turned and head toward the parking lot.

George arrived home twenty minutes later He took a different route because he couldn’t bring himself to go through the stop light where Izzie got hit. When he arrived at the house he parked in front but didn’t get out. He just sat in the car staring straight ahead. I don’t want to go in there. If I go in there it will be empty and everything will be right where she left it and I don’t know if I could handle it. George turned his head and looked at the house. But if I go back to the hospital looking like this Bailey wont let me back into her room. George closed his eyes and sighed slightly I have to go inside. I just have to suck it up and go in there. George took a deep breath and unbuckled his seat belt and got out the car.

George opened the door to the house and took little steps in. He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger. Then turned and closed the door behind him. He stood in the entryway for a few minutes and then headed up stairs. When he got to their door he felt as if his legs were frozen in place. Come on O’Malley you can do this. Open the door. George reached out and put his hand on the door handle. He slowly turned the handle and pushed it open. As George walked in he noticed his shirt that Izzie had worn to sleep in. Actually she had stolen it about a month into dating him, he thought that it didn’t fit him right that’s why she wore it but when he asked her about it she just said that she liked wearing it, it smelled like him and she liked that. George went over to the side of the bed and sat down. He looked around the room, he remembered when he moved into this room. George closed his eyes and let his mind wonder back a few years.

“OW!” George stubbed his toe again on the corner of Izzie’s door. “Someone help!” he shouted for someone as the box started slipping from his grip.

Izzie rushed out of the closet and caught the other side of the box before it fell to the ground. “I got it.” She said “Here lets bring it over to the bed.” she said as she started walking backwards toward the bed.

“Are we there yet?” George asked not being able to see the bed.

“Yeah you can drop it now.” she said. George let the box go and fell to the bed. “God George how much stuff do you have?” Izzie asked breathlessly.

George was trying to catch his breath too “I…I have…as much as you do.” he clutched his side in pain and squinted his eyes shut. Izzie looked over at him and all of a sudden she started cracking up. “What?”

“You…” she laughed more “You look so funny!” she doubled over laughing so hard that tears where coming out of the corner of her eyes.

“Oh yeah? You think I look funny?” He asked walking over to her. Izzie nodded still laughing “Well how funny do you think this is?” George started attacking Izzie’s sides making her squirm and laugh even harder.

“Ge..George stop it!” she managed to get out in between laughs.

“Not until you say I’m not funny looking!” George yelled in between his own laughs. Izzie’s legs gave out and they ended up on the ground with George on top of her still tickling her like crazy.

“Ok. OK! I give up!” she laughed out “You aren’t funny looking!” she said.

“Excuse me? Sorry I didn’t hear you!” he tickled her even more.

“I said YOU AREN’T FUNNY LOOKING!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

George stopped tickling her sides and looked down at her with a smile “Ok Geez you don’t have to shout at me.” he joked.

Izzie hit his shoulder playfully “You suck. you know that?” she said still laughing slightly.

George’s smile widened even more “Yeah I know.” he leaned down and kissed her softly. Izzie’s hand wrapped itself around George’s head and gripped the back of his neck. George’s left hand cupped the side of her cheek kissed her with a little more passion. When they broke away Izzie looked up at him and smiled.

“You know now that we have all your stuff in my room and almost everything is unpacked I need to tell you something.” Izzie sounding very serious.

George narrowed his eyes and rolled over and off of Izzie. He put his head up on his elbow. “Yeah? What did you want to tell me?” he asked.

Izzie sighed and looked over at him “I think we should see other people.” she joked.

George smiled at her then leaned over and kissed her. He pulled back slightly “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” Izzie whispered back then leaned back in and kissed him. She sat up slightly and got up and straddled him. They continued their little make out session until they heard someone clear their throat.

They broke apart and saw Meredith, Derek, and Cristina all standing in the doorway.

“Looks like you have settled in.” Meredith said awkwardly.

Cristina laughed slightly “Well he wasn’t settled in yet but if we had come a few minutes later I’m sure we would have seen him settled in somewhere.” she joked.

“On that note I’m going down stairs.” Derek said heading down the stairs. Meredith laughed and headed down with him Cristina soon followed. Izzie mouth was hanging open from the awkward moment that just occurred. She looked back down at George and they both couldn’t help but start laughing.

George opened his eyes and looked down at the ground where he and Izzie had been that day and smiled slightly. He took another deep breath and looked around the dark room he was sitting in. Everything was exactly where they had left everything. His the shelve on the dresser was slightly opened and Izzie’s pink towel was hanging on the closet door knob. He looked over at the nightstand and saw a small box sitting on it with a ribbon tied around it. George stood up a walked over to it. There was a envelope sitting on top with his name written on it. It’s Izzie’s handwriting. George picked up envelope and slowly opened it. The card had Happy Anniversary written on it then inside was Izzie’s handwriting again. To the one guy in the world that makes my world stop. Happy Anniversary and here‘s to many many more to come. Love Izzie. George’s eyes filled with tears again. He looked at the card for a few minutes then set it down and picked up the present. He opened it slowly making sure not to ripe any of the paper. It was a video tape, on top of the tape it said, in Izzie’s handwriting yet again, “The Past Two Years”. George knew what it was all of a sudden. For the past few years George had been taping random moments in their life. Christmas, Thanksgiving, any day of the week, he even taped the day he moved into this room there were many goofy moments that he had taped and now it was sitting in his hands ready to be watched.

George sat down on the bed with the tape in his hands. He stared and stared at the tape. After a few minutes he stood up and walked down to the living room and put the tape in the VCR and sat down on the coffee table right in front of the TV and push play.

“No.” George whispered “No no no no NO!” George raced to the front of the gallery pushing his way through the people standing in front of the window. “Izzie! No!” others tried to pull him away from the window.

“George breathe.” Meredith shouted as she, Cristina, and Alex tried to get him out of the room. But George couldn’t hear her, all he could hear was the long beep coming from Izzie’s heart monitor.

“Izzie! You can’t die! Please God don’t die!” he shouted fighting to get back to the window.

Meredith got in front of him and grabbed his face “George you can’t do anything for her right now! You shouldn’t be here we need to take you down stairs!” Meredith shouted over his shouting. Finally George stopped fighting to get to the window and just let them lead him down the stairs and into the waiting room.

“Do you think she is going to be okay?” George asked as he slumped down into a chair. “I mean do you think Bailey got her heart beating again?” George looked up at his friends glum faces finding no comfort in them.

Cristina sat down and did something he never expected. She took his hand in hers. “Bailey is going to fight her hardest to keep Izzie alive you just have to have faith in her and in Izzie.” she whispered. George looked at her with tears in his eyes and nodded slightly.

“We all need to have faith.” Meredith said sitting down on George’s other side.

George nodded again. Then looked up at Alex. “Could you…” he trailed off slightly then shook his head trying to clear it a little “Could you go back and watch?” George asked.

Alex stared at him for a second and then nodded. George didn’t know why he asked Alex to go watch because had been the one who had broken him and Izzie up a few years ago, but he felt as if he could trust Alex to tell him the truth about how bad the surgery got.

“You should rest.” Meredith said.

“I..I don’t think I can.” George stuttered out.

“But you should at least try.” Cristina agreed with Meredith. “She should be out of surgery by the time you wake up.

George nodded “I’ll try. If she gets out before I wake up then wake me.” he said.

The two women whispered “ok” to him then got up and left. Just sit still and try to think positively. She is going to be fine you have nothing to worry about. If Bailey hadn’t been able to get her heart to start beating again she would already be out here telling me that they lost her. She is fine. Better then fine she is great…..Who am I kidding I have no idea if she is ok. I don’t know I’m ever going to see her alive and happy again. I don’t know if I ever will be able to hold her or kiss her again. I don’t know anything.

And all I can do is sit here and wait to find out.

George slowly opened his eyes and found himself laying on their bed in their room with Izzie resting her head on pillow next to his. “Hey.” he whispered and smiled at her.

“You must have been really warn out last night. The second your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.” she laughed slightly.

George closed his eyes and rubbed them with his finger tips “I had the weirdest dream.” he shook his head and opened his eyes and looked over at her and smiled again.

“What about?” she asked.

George thought back as hard as possible but couldn’t think of what it was “I..I can’t remember.” he laughed slightly then turned his head to look at her “But I know it was one of those dreams that you never want to experience again.” he light brushed his hand across her cheek.

“I’ve had those before. They are never fun. Was it creepy weird?” she asked.

George thought hard about it “No not creepy more empty than anything.” he tried to explain.

Izzie’s eyes narrowed in confusion “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” George paused “I mean it was like I was empty. I felt nothing. And everything was blurry and meshed together. Everyone around me was sad and depressed and all could think about was how much I missed this.” he gestured between him and Izzie. “I was afraid I would never be here laying next to you in our bed again.” he said.

Izzie smiled slightly “Well it’s a good thing you woke up then. Sounds like a really bad nightmare.” she laughed.

George smiled at her then rolled over and got on top of her “Yeah I guess it is a good thing if I hadn’t woken up then I would be able to do this.” he kissed one side of her neck “Or this.” he switched sides and kissed the other side. Izzie moaned “Or this.” he leaned down to kiss her on the lips but instead he started ticking her stomach.

“Goerge!” Izzie laughed as she squirmed beneath him. “Geor…George! Stop” she couldn’t breathe she was laughing so hard which made George laugh hard too.

After a minute or so George stopped and looked down at her “I love you.” he said breathlessly from all the laughing.

“I love you too.” she said. His smile widened and he leaned down and kissed her. As he broke away Izzie looked up at him and whispered “Wake up.”

“What?” he looked down at her confused.

“George wake up.” she said again as she started to fade. Soon George found himself alone in bed.

“Izzie?”

George felt someone shake his shoulder slightly. “George wake up.” he heard Baileys voice. He opened his eyes and he found himself once again sitting in the waiting room at Seattle Grace he looked up to find Bailey standing over him in her scrubs.

“George stood up suddenly “Is she ok? She is going to be ok?” George stuttered.

“Have you reached a family member?” she asked. George hadn’t even thought about calling Izzie’s mom in all the craziness that was going on he completely forgot.

He shook his head “No I forgot. What does it matter what’s wrong with her?” he asked again.

“I’m sorry George I can’t give out any information to anyone who is not family.” she explained.

George looked at her like she was crazy “I AM HER FAMILY! TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!” he shouted at her. In any other situation George would never shout at Dr. Bailey but right now he couldn’t help but yell at her.

“I’m sorry but…” she tried again.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! YOU KNOW ME! JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER!” he shouted drawing obvious attention to them.

Bailey put her hand on his arm to try and clam him down “Ok, ok I will.” she said calmly “She is in surgery with Dr. Shepard right now so I can’t say for sure if she is ok. She had a lot of glass in her side so I had to go in a take out all the pieces, she also had a lot of internal bleeding but I got it all to stop so all we have to do is wait and see if the aneurysm has affected her memory.” Bailey explained.

George took a deep breath and nodded franticly “But it could still bleed out right? The aneurysm. It’s still the biggest threat?” he asked.

Bailey looked down and then back up at him “Yes, there is a chance it could burst and because of the position and the size of it there is a large chance that it may burst during surgery and if it does she may die.” Bailey couldn’t look George in the eye because she knew that everything she was saying was killing him slowly.

“Is there a good chance of her dying?” he asked with tears in the corner of his eyes.

She nodded slightly “Yes there is a very good chance of her dying.”

George sat back down and put his hands on over his eyes and for the first time he let the tears in his eyes fall.