Author's Note: Written as a monologue with a different character name in June. Then I realized it would kind of work as an Izzyx Denny story. ENJOY! PLEASE R&R!
Disclaimer: Characters credit to ABC.
~Take my Heart~
How did I end up here? In this shadow less domain I now find myself in
. I was fresh out of Harvard medical and I got a position at Seattle Grace Hospital. I took my job seriously, falling in love with every incision I made into my patients.
Until I met him. Denny Durquette Jr.- I remember his case file exactly: he was suffering from a valvular heart disease. I was to revise his treatments weekly and check his progress daily.
It was the third day that we actually exchanged words. A simple 'hello' and I was smitten- forever lost in his dark brown eyes.
I began to make ridiculous excuses to even be in his presence, mostly simple tasks that the bedside attendants would even find easy to accomplish. A week later, he finally acknowledged my presence, jokingly accusing me of stalking him.
Before I could object I felt his cold yet comforting lips pressed against mine. Despite my normal professional behavior, of course, indulged. Though, I realize that was the least of my mistakes.
Gradually, every breath, blink and sigh that was made by me was for him and him alone.
When I thought it couldn't have been any more perfect, it all shattered: Denny was dieing. He needed a valvular tissue transplant, which was a risky and dangerous operation for the volunteer who was then obligated to put himself or herself through open-heart surgery to save my Denny.
Typically there were no volunteers. I contacted as many colleagues as I knew for advice on the surgery, until one of them sarcastically suggested that I, myself, volunteer for the transplant.
I automatically got myself tested for donor capability and the very moment I got the result back as positive, I booked the surgery for later that day.
When I told him the good news, Denny simply called me his guardian angel, thanking me for saving his life.
As I signed the forms, saying that I had considered the fatal risks to the surgery I thought of nothing but his perfectly rounded lips pressed against mine.
As I went into surgery, I noticed Denny sitting in the room above the O.R smiling hopefully down at me.
As I went under I realized I was semi- conscious, which was rare but possible during surgery. I heard a string of words: 'Complication', 'Unethical', 'Consent' and finally, 'Gone'.
As any educated doctor could have, I realized what these words meant in relation with each other: Death.
Now I am here, in this room, forever or whatever I last of it. I recognize every scalpel, glove, and heart monitor as if it were my own. Soon after my death, I began to hear voices with which I couldn't place faces. At first I thought I was blind but then I saw the operating room around me. Now, I try and tune out the voices, so that sometimes they are just buzzes in my head.
But the other day, I heard a voice that I knew belonged to a pair of perfect lips and capturing brown eyes and I listened: " I took your heart, Izzy"
Except in this case, he meant it literally.