a/n: Hey, guys. Just so you know I never meant to write this…kinda just happened. It's a little morbid in a sense and may not flow in some areas cuz I haven't written in a while so it may not be my best…so I hope that's okay with you guys. I am a fairly recent fan of the show, to admit I haven't seen most of Season 2, just a few episodes after I watched the Season 1 dvds. So if you believe anything is off about the characters then bare with me. I don't think this will be a oneshot…I'll maybe right more when I get the chance…and maybe it'll develop into something more between these two characters, because you should know I adore the thought of them together.

Numerous people measure life by the moments. Although there are many people who do, the times in our lives that we classify as truly remarkable, the ones we treasure dearly and keep in certain coveted fragments of our hearts may earn a stifled scoff by others. I guess it depends on, after our countless experiences and influences, regardless what society may have tried to morph us into, the type of person we ourselves choose to be at the end of the day.

Some people identify the worthwhile thrills of their lives as "living in the moment" by thrusting worries behind them, whether it may be by their own self-motivation or the assistance of intoxicating substances or loose passersby. Others regard time well spent as time spent not aiding our own needs, but administering to the pain of others. Maybe the pleasure in your life is filling the cavity of a lost love…establishing the feeling of belonging…finally being recognized for your striving accomplishments …keeping yourself at a distance from the outside world…or just being an asset to someone's life…to be needed.

Sometimes the concept we value as the standard of the great times may be altered accordingly to the own alterations of one's life. At the beginning I find its safe to say I never predicted this outcome. I never envisioned myself as one who actually did change my values for someone; one who would throw away all the effort, sweat, tears and man-hours I had put forth. Before all this I would've stated proudly that I came here to put into practice what I had studied for, that tired of textbook theories and pictures I was here to experience it all for myself. To know what it's like to have the power to save a life. I was never one to completely give up and amble away. Sure, there were times when I really did get too involved. Yes, there were times I felt defeated and helpless so I ran, but I never turn my back completely. And Yes, I had dilemmas but I could usually talk, sift them through or bake them away. Family was just a phone call away. Yet, as I find myself descending these hospital stairs, my own footsteps pounding against the foreboding stair steps below my weary heels, I am astounded at my own previous actions. I found myself gazing slightly into my skimpy reflection from the cold metal railing my hands are steadily tracing and mimicking my descent down these steps. The passing of time that is usually accumulated during the ambling down these very stairs seems to have slowed to nanoseconds, as if my paces downstairs symbolize how progressively my life has descended in front of me. I wanted to kick myself and those previous thoughts away as I lingered on the ironic fact I was going to be a bride just an hour ago. I had my ticket to eternal happiness just 60 minutes ago. And I missed it slip through my needing fingers.

As my eye makes contact with the stoic ones staring back at me, I wonder what I have become…where all my pent up strength fluttered off to and how to gain it back. Finding no answers from those despondent eyes as I pull my gaze away, I soon find myself taking in the sound of the two pairs of feet pattering loyally, yet almost cautiously behind me. I can distinguish between the stifled, exasperated sighs and absentmindedly tapping of the railing and the devoted silence and awkward footfalls, identifying who each belongs to.

My mind quickly drifts to the followers stationed in my wake. The coveted fellow watcher and best friend… and the derelict lover; one whose shared passion for helping others and adorable nature I formed unpredicted bonds with and the other who was attracted by egotistical, physical reasons that turned into something more. I never pictured myself pushing them away and needing them at the same time. Somewhere in my mind's eye I knew I had already put them through occupational risks they unnecessarily and for the most part, loyally endured. I knew it would be deemed selfish to allow more than one to continue to follow me down.

I heard my heel resoundingly clink the final plummet downwards and onto the steady, reflecting and shiny tiles of the first floor. Something unbeknownst took over me, cracked inside of me once more as I swiftly took off sprinting gracelessly, heels unsteadily clanking, curls flying and dress billowing as I passed the abandoned reception desk, and raced through the automatic double-doors. I was blasted full-frontal with misty night air that blew rebellious strands of blonde past my reddening cheeks. I imagined just how ridiculous I looked as this fluffy, crazed pink puff hurdling as far possible from this building. Some people would even say I portrayed an adrenaline-induced Cinderella. As I continued my escape I overheard the four feet dashing off in my wake, pounding mercilessly onto the cracked pavement in hollow footfalls passing the benches and indigo handicapped parking signs.

And then I stopped.

Having used all the rest of my waning, pent up strength I literally fell. Down upon the rough asphalted parking lot I stumbled, sprawled in a bulbous mess of pink sashes and warm, salty tears that trickled miserably down my crimson cheeks.

Despite of myself, I almost smiled when I felt his hands engulf me from behind. I knew just from the feeling of his gentle hands and the soothing way my body reacted who those hands belonged to.

"Let me take you home, Izzie," his consoling, enthralling whisper weaved through my eardrums. The way I found his voice I heard casually on a regular basis before captivating was beyond me, and it shook me slightly. I idly nodded as I allowed him to help me up, my heels eerily scraping the ground as I was lifted from my lonely pedestal. I found my body racked with tepid shivers, and soon I felt his arm snake protectively around my lower back. Resting my head upon his shoulder, feeling the almost fuzzy fibers of his black suit move up and down as we both took our steps towards the car. Only a few steps behind us I heard a sigh as my hand found its way around, resting on his stomach. Just before he started the ignition after guiding me to the passenger seat that now hugged my dress around me I spoke.

Throat sore from the abrupt disuse and swollen from tears I found it almost too difficult to speak. "Thank you, George," I croaked. I felt him smile sadly as the engine roared on. Squinting as the white lights from the hospital stung my eyelids, I soon closed them. As I was drifting off to the world where none of this mattered for a few hours I felt his hand find its way to mine and softly entangle themselves in a reassuring manner as if to announce, 'I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.' And although I already knew this, I felt a smile weave itself upon my lips. So as I said before, many people measure by the moments...would this count as one?

A/n: I would love to know what you think. Let me know and maybe I'll continue. )