I groaned as my pager beeped for the third time. I really had to get up.

I pulled my self up from the bed and left the on-call room, searching for Bailey. She was gonna kick my ass for being late.

Eventually I found her standing by the Nurse's Station filling out some paper work.

'Steven's, where the hell have you been? I paged you three-times! When I call you, you-'

'Come running, I know' I answered wearily 'I'm sorry, got a little held up'

She put her hand on her hip, staring at me furiously. Typical Nazi stance. For such a small woman, she could be so terrifying.

'And pray tell what personal tragedy did you or Grey, or Yang, or O' Malley experiance this time that would stop you from doing your job?'

I shook my head, the effort almost causing me to stumble.

'It's..nothing, I'm sorry...what can I do?'

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously 'That's more like it, Stevens. Follow me'.

She lead me into one of the patient rooms.When she turned around to get the file, I brushed my messy blonde hair out of my face. I knew I looked terrible. I hadn't slept in two days.

'Denny Duquette. Third time here in the last 6 months. On the heart transplant list and has been experiancing shortness of breath, black-outs and general discomfort. What do we do next, Stevens?'

'Dr Bailey, your Resident looks like she needs a few hours off' said a deep voice playfully from the other side of the room.

I looked and for the first time saw the man sitting up in the bed. He looked to be in his thirties and had deep hazel eyes. He was ruggedly handsome and had an infectious smile.

'Ahh...' I slowly voiced my recommendations and Bailey nodded. 'Off you go, Stevens' she said, leaving the room.

I breathed out and stepped forward to examine his chart my self, mustering a smile.

'You look tired, Dr Stevens' he said, sounding concerned as though he weren't the one lying in a hospital bed waiting for a heart transplant.

'Izzie...' I murmered 'I mean, you can call me Izzie. And I am. I can't remember the last time I slept for more than half an hour' I joked.

'And I can't wait to get out of bed' he said with a laugh. I looked up and managed a real smile.

'You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen, Izzie Stevens' his comment surprised me and I looked up again from the chart into those impossibly deep eyes. I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach, as though I were sixteen again and my patient was the cute guy that I'd had a secret crush on for years.

'Thank you...' I said slowly, unable to look away. He didn't say anything but just looked at me, as though we knew each other. And I was drowning in those eyes...I didn't know if it was the lack of sleep, or something else but I just couldn't tear my eyes away from his face...

'Iz?' I heard Mer's voice from the corridor.

'I...have to go...I'll be back in a minute' I shook my head, and left the room, exhaling deeply.

'Iz, are you ok?' Meredith sounded concerned. I sighed.

'I...don't know. Mer, do you believe in that whole 'love at first sight' stuff?'

She shrugged, her blue eys looking confused. 'I guess. I mean, I suppose if you believe in it, it can happen. Why?'

'I think it just hapened to me' I said softly, looking back at the door of Denny Duquette's room.