"Molly Nolan, five years old-"

"Five and three quarters," Molly informed Lexie. "Sorry," she said, just as quickly.

Lexie smiled. "Molly Nolan, five and three quarters old, has been in and out of the hopsital for cardiomyopathy, is on the donor list for a new heart, but has been admitted today due to dizziness and lack of appetite."

"Cardiomyopathy is caused by?" Cristina asked.

"Frequently unknown," Lexie said, "but can sometimes be caused by severe alchohol consumption, complications of childbirth or nutritional deficiencies."

"Considering the patient is five years old, Grey, I think that alchohol consumption and complications due to childbirth is an unlikely factor in the patient's case." Cristina said drily.

"Where are her parents?" An intern asked, presumably McAsshole.

"Molly's parents," Lexie said quickly, "passed away two years ago. Molly is living at Social Services currently."

Cristina let her eyes flicker briefly to Molly, who was biting her lip, before she nodded once and moved onto the next patient's room. Cristina wasn't a feelings person, so she wasn't going to think about this little girl all alone in that hospital room, with a heart disorder that could kill her at any given moment.

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"So get this," Alex said, "today, I get some woman who went skiing with a bunch of her friends. They went out way beyond the boundaries, where you ski at your own risk or whatever, and while they're out there, skiing, this huge ass avalanche hits, buries three of her four friends, killing all of them, apart from her. So, the woman flips out, right, doesn't try to dig them out, doesn't try to do anything to help them, she just skis down the freakin' hill so she gets out of harm's reach."

"I'll raise you one pyschotic skiier for my five year old cardiomyopathy patient," Cristina offered.

Alex whistled and Meredith raised her eyebrows. "Holy shit." Alex said. "Five?"

"Yeah. She's on the donor list, has been since she was like four."

"That's terrible," Meredith said, biting her lip. "Five?" She asked again.

Cristina nodded.

"Anyone told Izzie?" Alex asked.

"Izzie? This is my case, evil spawn," Cristina said.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Denny, he died from cardiomyopathy."

Cristina considered. "I never told her," she said.

Meredith shrugged. "She's scrubbing in on a surgery for polyostotic fibrous dysplasia, for a girl who's like sixteen years old."

"Bitch," Cristina growled.

"Seriously?" Alex demanded. "I'm stuck with physco skiier, you get a five year old with cardiomyopathy, Izzie gets polyostotic fibrous dysplasia. Meredith? You got anything good?"

Meredith pouted. "I'm the one you should be feeling sorry for. I'm in the pit, teaching my poor excuse for interns to suture, attain a positive bedside manner and remove lice. What a load of crap."

Alex laughed and stuck out his tounge. "Haha."

"You're immature, you know? Like really sadly immature."

"I know," Alex said. "I stopped maturing around nine."

"Jesus. You must have been a very perverted nine year old."

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"It was just.. it was unebeliavable Alex. This girl, she was sixteen! She's had this tumor.. god you should have seen it." Izzie stuck her hands out as far as they'd go. "Her face, was like that. It was awful, it really.. but then after. She could breathe and talk, and you'd swear that nothing had ever been done," Izzie shook her head and a took a heaty bite out of her apple. "It was amazing."

"You done bragging now?" Alex asked.

"Maybe," Izzie laughed. She rambled on for a minute more. "Now I'm done." She cracked her fingers. "Seventeen hours though. Damn. Did I miss anything?"

"Hardly." Alex shook his head. "You should get some sleep," he told her. "Today you're operating on a chick with polyostotic fibrous dysplasia, tomorrow you.. I don't know. What's better than that?"

Izzie smiled. "Not much. You're right, I'm tired. See ya tomorrow," she said, before heading out the hospital. At the end of the day, there was people that thought being a surgeon was a selfish, time consuming job that required a cold, heartless kind of person. But Izzie knew different. Because when you could give a sixteen year old girl a new face, transform her life, in seventeen hours, you certainly were not selfish, cold or heartless.

Izzie pulled up into Meredith's driveway, shut her car door and stuck her key into the door before kicking it open with her foot. Meredith was sitting on a stool at the table, a bowl of what looked to be soggy Cheerios in front of her.

"Hey Iz," Meredith said, smiling.

"Hey," Izzie dropped her purse on the couch. "Good day?"

"It was okay. I spent the whole day in the pit," Meredith made a face.

"Oo," Izzie sad. "I hate the pit."

Meredith nodded. "Me too. Heard you had an insane surgrey."

Izzie shrugged. "Yeah. It was nothing."

"Oh whatever. I know you want to brag about it." Meredith said, pushing halfheartedly at her Cheerios.

"I do," Izzie said, "but I'm being paged." She stuck out her bottom lip.

"Oh poor Izzie," Meredith said sarcastically. "Scrubs in on a once in a lifetime surgery and then has to return to the hospital, because she is Super Surgeon."

"Shut up," Izzie laughed, already on her way out the door.

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"Stevens," Bailey said. "Meet Molly Nolan. Cardiomyopathy. Yang is normally on her, but Molly's five years old, alone and you're.. you're not Cristina. So she is officially your patient."

Izzie nodded slowly before entering Molly's hospital room. Molly was sitting up in bed, holding a ragged looking teddy bear. Her hair was curly and strawberry blonde, her face pale and tired. She was sucking on her thumb but instantly tore it out of her mouth at the sight of Izzie. She waved shyly.

"Hey," Izzie smiled. "I'm Doctor Stevens, but you can call me Izzie, if you want."

"I'm Molly. I'm this many years old" Molly held up five fingers. "You're really pretty," she told Izzie.

Izzie smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I wish I had pretty blonde hair like you. My Mommy used to have that color of hair, only she died in a car accident."

"I'm sorry," Izzie said.

"It's okay. I was real little. But I miss her sometimes. I get lonely. I live in Social Services. There's some mean kids there," she told Izzie. "But I have a best friend, her name is Ellsie. Only she got adopted last week, so we never see each other no more. She said that her Mommy and Daddy would adopt me to, but they didn't want to. Do you have a best friend?" Molly asked.

"I do," Izzie said. "I have a few very good friends."

"You're lucky," Molly said. "My Daddy used to be my best friend. We went for ice cream a lot, and we went skating too. I think. I don't remember too good."

Izzie's heart broke into a million little pieces. "What's your bear's name?" She asked.

"Wesley. He's in love with me," she said.

"Really?" Izzie laughed.

"Really. Lots. Only we can't get married, on account of he's a teddy bear and I'm a real human. And plus Lucy, a girl in Social Services, says I'm too old for teddies. I don't beleive her," she confided to Izzie.

"Don't listen to her. I slept with a teddy bear until I was seventeen."

Molly giggled. "Holy moses."

They settled into a comfortable silence, lasting a few minutes, before Molly spoke again. "This hospital stinks a little. No offence, Doctor Stevens. But hospitals scare me real bad. They're bad places."

"I don't think so," Izzie said. "Hospitals help people, to get better."

"Sometimes, but they didn't make my Mommy and Daddy get better, so I don't like them. Plus I'm always alone."

"Not anymore.I'll be here for a while."

"When I wake up?" Molly asked, her voice shaking a little.

"When you wake up."

"Pinky swear?" Molly said.

Izzie pinky swore, and then had an unexplainable urge to kiss Molly's forehead. She did, and then tucked the blue blanket under her chin. "Night, Molly."