AN: My first, and most likely last GA twoshot, about what happened after the sad finale. Just a little George/Izzie clearing up. I need to know if they live or die, and this is what I think will happen.
And did you see all of their faces when they found out John Doe was George? Owen's look was absolutely the most shocked. And I don't think Mark knows that George is John Doe, so I made it so that he doesn't, alright? I don't think he was in surgery at the end when they were trying to save George but I cannot be certain.
Disclaimer: If I owned the show, George would NOT have gotten hit by that bus, and Izzie would not have cancer. Simple as that.
Izzie knew her time was almost up as she found herself healthy again, in her prom dress, walking to the elevator. There were no souls in sight, and Izzie just had that gut feeling. She was dying, and it was her time. She knew signing the DNR was the right thing to do because now she could be happy. She knew Alex would be hurting for a long time, but he had to understand she did not want to be in pain anymore.
Walking into the open elevator, she pressed the button for the top floor, the one that would lead her to heaven. As the elevator crept up, she wondered how everyone would go on. Alex was the love of her life, and her husband. It was nice to be married to him even for a few short days. She wasn't sure how everyone else would react. Derek might blame himself, as Meredith would try to console. Owen would help Cristina through it, who would be confused and a little bit lost, though not as caring as everyone else. And George, well hopefully before he left for Iraq he would find out and he'd be upset. Maybe he'd be so upset, he'd stay. She didn't want her best friend to go get killed in the war, even if he was just a doctor.
Izzie sighed as the elevator stopped and the doors started to open. Izzie braced herself for Denny's presence once again, but an entirely new person emerged, shocking Izzie. George O'Malley, with a buzz cut and a uniform that made him look really good, stood in front of her, a small smile creeping up on his face. She had to smile; he looked good, and ready for war. But why was he here? He was supposed to be packing for Iraq or something.
Izzie's smile disappeared as she and George looked at each other. Suddenly, Izzie heard a faint beeping, like a heart monitor or something. She had a hesitant look on her face as she realized someone was trying to bring her back to life. She kept standing there, not knowing what to do. Should she go back, or should she just let herself go? She looked at George sadly, who took a deep breath, not looking away. His eyes seemed to say, 'you know what to do Izzie', like he had said to her before her surgery.
Izzie had to make a choice. She just didn't know which one it was. If she stayed on the elevator, it would take her to heaven, but if she got off, she could keep herself in limbo, and potentially be brought back to life. Making the choice, because she knew she could always re-enter the elevator, she stepped off, watching the doors close. She looked at George once more.
"Hey," he told her softly. She offered a feeble smile, though confused on why he was here.
"Hey," she said back. They kept standing there, Izzie still hearing the faint beeping and the even fainter voices.
"So, your heart stopped?" he asked innocently. Izzie nodded.
"Yeah, I signed a DNR so hopefully no one's trying to bring me back to life. What happened to you George? Why are you here?" she asked. George sighed as he fumbled with his hands.
"I got hit by a bus saving this woman. Derek, Meredith, Callie and Owen are trying to save me right now. Meredith just found out it was me from my codename," George said with a smile. Izzie couldn't help but smile too.
"Double-oh seven?" she asked. George nodded. Izzie bit her lip.
"To be honest George, I don't want to leave, but I can't handle the pain; what if I become a vegetable like my friend Allison? I don't want that," Izzie said seriously. George sighed deeply.
"You have to have faith in yourself; give yourself a chance to live. If you're having doubts now, then it means it's not your time to go. I don't want to die either. I just want to save lives and help people," George told her. Izzie smiled at him as she grabbed his hand, to make sure he was real. He was, of course. He smiled at her.
"I know George, that's why maybe we should both fight for our lives right now; it will be hard for me, and especially for you, but I don't think it's either of our times yet," Izzie said. George sighed as he slipped his hand out of hers.
"Izzie, I don't know if I can. I'm really badly beaten up. My skull was smashed in; my face is entirely unrecognizable; I have been crashing all day. I don't think I can do it anymore," George said. Izzie shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes.
"You listen to me George O'Malley; you will not step into that elevator and go up to heaven without a fight; I will not let you. George, you can do this; you can live. You will be fine. It will be hard work, but do it for me; do it for everyone. I am not about to lose my best friend. If I have to fight for my life, so will you," Izzie told him bravely. George nodded quickly as he saw Izzie blink twice, looking up. Suddenly, her appearance faltered; her image slightly fading.
"Go Izzie, go back to your husband and fight for your life. Fight for as long as you can until you cannot fight anymore; I promise I'll do the same," George said. Izzie nodded as she hugged George.
"Fight George, or else when I die, I will haunt you for a really long time. At least try to hold on," she said. She smiled with glee as she saw himself also fading. "Derek is trying to save you George; don't disappoint him. You'll make it through, I know you will," she said as she slowly faded. He nodded at her.
"You fight too Izzie. Hopefully I'll see you alive, even if I'm unrecognizable," he said. Izzie nodded as she totally faded out, as did George.
"We got a pulse! Thank god!" Bailey said as Izzie slowly became conscious of her surroundings. She let herself fully awaken as her eyes opened to find a teary eyed Alex beside her, Cristina, Bailey and the Chief breathing out in relief.
"Oh thank god Izzie. You had us scared to death," Alex said as he hugged her. Izzie opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. She had to though. She forced herself. At first her words were quiet and gibberish but she finally managed to whisper one word.
"George," she managed to rasp as she held onto consciousness. Alex looked confused.
"What about George?" he asked. Izzie gripped Alex as hard as she could.
"George," she whispered again. Alex looked at Cristina.
"Go find George and bring him back here, please," Alex said to Cristina, who nodded and ran. Izzie shook her head slowly. Didn't they know George was perhaps dead? Alex looked at her, then hugged her again.
"Thank god you're alive. I'm sorry for breaking the DNR, but I didn't want you to die. I'm so sorry," he whispered. Izzie just nodded slowly as she tried to form more words.
"Alive?" she managed to ask. Alex looked at her again, nodding.
"Yeah, you're alive Iz. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with her brain Chief?" he demanded. The Chief shook his head slowly.
"I don't think so. I'll get Sheppard to check it out. Where is Sheppard?" Chief wondered. Bailey sighed.
"I'll go get him. Be right back Izzie," she said with a smile. Izzie was near to tears. They didn't know! They had a right to know! She gripped Alex harder, only worried about her best friend. She needed to know if he was alive.
"George, alive?" she managed to ask. Alex nodded slowly.
"Of course he's alive Iz. He's leaving for Iraq tomorrow after all," Alex said, smiling through his tears. Izzie shook her head as she struggled to sit up. The Chief just then knew something was definitely wrong.
"Izzie, what are you talking about?" he asked. Izzie felt a little stronger as she let herself talk.
"George…I saw George on the elevator. Where is he?" Izzie managed to say. Alex and the Chief got majorly worried, exchanging looks. Izzie let go of Alex as she felt back onto the bed.
"Alex, I need to see George, right now. Please take me to him," she told him. Alex shrugged.
"I could get him if you like. Izzie, what's all of this about?" he asked. Izzie sighed as she breathed heavily. Suddenly Cristina ran back in.
"I tried calling his house, Chief, but he won't answer, and his mom said that he didn't come to see her. I don't know where he is," Cristina said calmly. Izzie shook her head but was too tired to speak. All she wanted to know is if George was still alive. She would be pissed if he wasn't.
"Izzie, just relax, ok. I'm sure George is fine. Just get some rest, alright? You almost died," Alex told her softly. Izzie shook her head.
"No, George," she said stubbornly. Alex threw his hands in the air.
"I don't know what to do. What is with you and your obsession about George? I mean, I know he's going to Iraq-" Alex started before Izzie shook her head.
"No, he's not," Izzie said frantically. Suddenly, the door opened again to find a very teary eyed Bailey rushing in. The Chief looked at her, concerned.
"What's wrong?" he asked her. Bailey tried to catch her breath.
"That John Doe that got hit and dragged by a bus? It's George," she said brokenly. Izzie's heart raced as Alex and the Chief looked shocked.
"George is John Doe?" Alex asked, bewildered. Bailey nodded.
"Is he alright?" Izzie asked. Alex looked at his wife, realizing that she must have found out when she nearly died. Bailey shrugged her shoulders.
"He's alive, for now. Derek managed to bring him back and he's holding on, but they don't know how long it'll be. Derek is planning to find some doctors to help them save George. He's really badly hurt, and they don't know if he'll live. They say he might die in the next 12 hours, and if he lives through those 12 hours, it would be a miracle," Bailey explained in a rush. Izzie's eyes shone with tears. George could die. It was a miracle he was still holding on. He was doing it for her, she realized. He was holding on for everyone.
Izzie felt her eyes shutting with exhaustion. She let herself go into a sleep, away from her troubles and problems.
Meanwhile, George was stable in a room, where Meredith, Derek, Owen and Callie were as well. Meredith was stroking the unconscious man's hand, guilty that she didn't figure it out sooner. Derek stood beside Meredith, in shock that the man they were trying to save all day, the man that saved someone's life from a bus, was their best friend George, guilt riding him, guilty that she didn't know it was George earlier. Owen was looking at George's charts but was really just concerned about the man he took under his wing for trauma surgery. If only he had convinced George not to take the job when he first heard about it; if only he hadn't kept praising O'Malley for a good work on trauma, maybe he'd still be healthy and working.
Callie just stood in front of George, looking down at him solemnly. She couldn't believe this was happening to them right now, with Izzie sick and now George near death. He was just barely hanging on and Callie didn't know what they would do without George. He was so brave, he had the kindest heart out of everyone, even somewhat kinder than Arizona, but Arizona had her own type of kindness stored in her. George, however dorky he may be, was everyone's friend, even Alex's, who probably didn't want to admit it. He won the hearts of everyone of Seattle Grace and Callie just kept praying that he would not die. She didn't care if he was unrecognizable. Now that they knew it was him, they could easily get his face to somewhat the way it was.
"Why George?" Callie finally asked sadly, causing the other doctors to look at her. "George did nothing wrong. He saved lives. He was going to Iraq to save lives. He saved a life and it may cost him his own. He didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't deserve to die," Callie said brokenly. Owen nodded remorsefully.
"He's too young for this. He's a good guy, and good people should not die. He did a heroic thing, saving that girl. He should not die because of that; he should live," Owen agreed. Meredith kept stroking George's hand.
"I should have figured it out sooner, the first time he was trying to write. Why didn't I just pause and look at him? Why couldn't I just have stayed there and let him write into my hand earlier?" Meredith asked softly. Derek placed a hand on Meredith's shoulder.
"You could not have known at that time Mer, none of us could. It's not your fault, it's not George's fault, it's no one's fault," Derek answered. Meredith nodded, but she did still feel guilty.
She squeezed his hand quickly. "Don't you dare die on us George! Hold on, just for a little bit longer. You can do it George. You're strong, and you're brave. Just hold on, hold on for everyone, and hold on for yourself to live. We'll make it through, I promise," Meredith told him. Derek nodded.
"You can do it George, we all believe in you. We're trying to save you; we will save you, but you have to hold on for us to do that," Derek agreed.
"We're going to fix this O'Malley. You're a strong person. You saved someone else's life. Work with us to save your own," Owen continued. Callie nodded through her full blown tears.
"You can do it George, I know you can. Be strong, be brave. We're here for you," Callie finished. George remained motionless, his heart still beating, but slowly. He was still with them, but just barely.
Derek finally moved, placing his hand by his side.
"I think I should go check up on Izzie, to make sure she's alright. I'll be back. Page me if anything changes, and I mean anything, even a little beep or a tiny bit of movement. Hold on George," Derek said before quickly exiting the room. Callie sighed.
"I'll be back. I just have to go for a while. You can do it George," Callie said before quickly leaving as well, wiping back tears. Meredith remained by George's side, still holding his hand. Owen didn't leave either. He sat by his bedside, looking at George.
"How could this even happen? This is all wrong," Owen said. Meredith nodded.
"I know. Yesterday, everything was, well, sort of fine. Now, today, it's not," Meredith said sadly. Owen sighed as he stood up.
"I'm going to see if the other doctors to help us out are here yet. There's a really good doctor, according to Sheppard, that can really help us. His name's Dr. Abbott. He and a couple of other doctors should be here by now. Hopefully they get here before George crashes again," Owen said before leaving the room, glancing at George one last time. Meredith remained there, refusing to leave George for even a minute.
"You'll make it George; you have to. That woman that you saved, her name's Amanda. She won't leave the hospital until you get better. Even though she doesn't know you, she still cares about your well being. She feels guilty, you know? She thinks it's her fault, even though we know it's not. You saved Amanda, George, and that is so brave. You have to be our miracle George; you have to survive the next 12 hours. If you do, there's a good chance you'll live. Please George, I know it's hard, I know you hurt, but you have to stay with us. We all care about you. We all love you in different ways. Please George, don't give up, not even for a minute. We'll save you, if you help us," Meredith pleaded.
There was no change, but Meredith felt in her core that George heard and understood her. Meredith smiled a bit as she brought his hand up and kissed it softly.
"Hold on for us, George, just hold on," she pleaded.
Callie went to scope out Arizona. She found her working on charts. Callie walked right up to her, startled Arizona, and gave her a hug.
"Uh, what's this for Callie?" she asked her girlfriend. Once Callie pulled back, Arizona saw the tears in her eyes.
"John Doe is George. He risked his life to save a girl. They don't know if he'll make it," Callie answered. Arizona looked shocked, so she gave her another hug, rubbing her back tenderly.
"Oh, Callie, I'm so sorry. This must be hard for you," Arizona said.
"He's just hanging on. It'll be a miracle if he lives through the next 12 hours," Callie said. Arizona sighed.
"I told you earlier that George is a hero, for going to Iraq and risking his life to save hundreds of others. He's still a hero now, even if it's not saving hundreds of lives. He saved a life and risked his own for it. I'm sure he's a strong person. If he can risk his life to go to Iraq, if he risked his life to save a girl from a moving bus, I guarantee you he's strong enough to get through this. Have hope Callie, believe he'll get better and he will. I know I'll be rooting for him," Arizona told her. Callie smiled.
"Thanks Arizona," she said, pulling away. Arizona smiled.
"No problem. Maybe I'll go see George, you know, just to make sure he's ok and tell him how brave he is," Arizona said. Callie nodded. She knew the two weren't close, so it was probably going to be weird for Arizona.
"I'll come with you. Meredith's in his room as well. She refuses to leave his side. Poor Meredith. She was the one that found out John Doe was George. She feels guilty she didn't know right away," Callie answered as she took her hand. Arizona nodded.
"I don't blame her. It must suck that she's the one that found out who he was. It would be really scary to find that out regardless," Arizona answered. Callie nodded.
"I know. I was terrified when I found out. Meredith must feel even more scared," Callie answered as the two kept walking. Arizona sighed.
"I hope he's alright. Even if he's not, he'll always be a hero; he'll always be remembered as the guy that risked his own life to save another," Arizona said. Callie nodded.
"Yeah, a hero," she murmured softly.
Mark and Lexie didn't hear about George being John Doe. The two were too busy ignoring each other and working on their own cases the rest of the time. Mark was looking at George's files, trying to figure out what to do next. He knew the man didn't have a lot of time left. Suddenly, the door opened to find Lexie there.
"Ok, this is stupid; you know, the whole house business. I mean, just because I don't want to move in doesn't mean I don't love you. I'm just not ready, you know? Our relationship is still pretty new. It's going to take me some time to figure this out. I want to move in with you, but not now. I won't until I'm absolutely ready," Lexie told him. Mark offered a small smile.
"I guess I was too harsh on you; I'm not quite ready myself. I just thought if you moved in, our relationship would actually be going somewhere," Mark admitted. Lexie smiled as she walked up to him and kissed him.
"We can talk about this later Mark. But right now, we should concentrate on our work. How's John Doe doing?" Lexie asked, changing the subject. Mark shrugged.
"I haven't gone to see him yet. I'm going to page Hunt to ask him. But I don't think he'll make it, and if he does, it's going to take a lot of hard work. After all, Hunt said that he's seen people live through worse," Mark said with a smile. Lexie nodded.
"I think I'm going to see him, you know, make sure he's not alone. We don't know who he is, therefore he has no family to be with him. I want to comfort him, and tell him everything will be fine, even if it won't be," Lexie said. Mark nodded.
"Excellent idea. I'll come with you Lexie," he said. Lexie smiled as they walked to his room together. When the two made it to 'John Doe's' room, they saw Meredith, Callie and Arizona there. Lexie was confused, as was Mark. Why were they there? Why was Meredith holding his hand like a friend?
"You have to make it. You're very brave for saving that woman. You'll always be a hero in my book George," Arizona was saying as she had one hand wrapped around Callie. Lexie gasped, as Mark frowned.
"That's George?" Lexie asked in shock. The three woman turned to look at the couple standing in the room.
"Yeah, it's George. We just found out a couple of hours ago. He might not make it," Meredith said brokenly. Lexie covered her mouth with one hand as Mark froze with George's chart in his hand.
"Oh my god, O'Malley?" he said softly. Meredith nodded.
"The Chief sent him home, just to say goodbye to his mother. He never got the chance. George, you're going to live, and you're not going to leave us ever again. You're staying with us, alright? You're staying here, alive!" Meredith cried. Lexie began to cry quite hard just then, watching him in that bed, broken and practically dead. Mark wrapped his arm around her, but kept his eyes on George. He definitely didn't believe it was George in that bed. Lovable George that got hit by that stupid bus. Mark flashed back to the thing that he said, the comment about George coming back in a body bag. He didn't mean it, it was a joke. He didn't believe that George could hurt a fly, even if he was just a doctor. Of course, doctors there had to be prepared in case they were shot at or something.
Mark bit his lip as he watched Callie cry onto Arizona's shoulder, who just looked at George. When the two turned to go, Mark saw the tears in Arizona's eyes as well.
"Take care George. You can pull through," Arizona whispered into the air before leading Callie out. Mark and Lexie stepped up to the bed.
"Please George, wake up. I know you can. Don't die on us George! Please! We need you! Everyone needs you! Don't die George!" Lexie cried to George, who remained still. Mark's heart broke when he heard Lexie cry out. She was upset. Of course, Mark was too, but Lexie sounded so broken. Meredith looked down, squeezing George's hand.
"O'Malley, you're a good guy; you can't die on us now. It's not your time. We'll help you along the way, just don't leave us," Mark said to George. Meredith gave a small smile to the two.
"He's holding on for us, which is a good sign. I hope he doesn't crash again, or we might not be able to revive him," Meredith answered softly.
Mark sighed as he looked at the broken face once again. He turned away to check his monitor.
"He's definitely stable, and hopefully he'll stay stable for the next 12 hours. Once he's stronger, we'll operate again, but right now, unless he crashes, it's not a good idea. You guys just operated an hour ago, correct?" Mark asked. Meredith nodded.
"Yeah, just after we found out he was George," Meredith answered. Lexie nodded as she tried to wipe her tears away. Mark nodded as he moved closer to George. He looked behind all the pain and the dismantled face and could almost see George there. He could see George through his blue eyes.
Lexie sighed as she pushed her hair back. Suddenly, the door opened again and Owen, as well as three new doctors, walked in.
"Dr. Grey, Dr. Grey, Dr. Sloan, meet the doctors from Mercy West who gladly came to help. This is Dr. Abbott and his two interns, Dr. Liverston and Dr. Oken. This is our patient, Dr. George O'Malley," Owen introduced. Dr. Abbott, a male about forty years old, nodded as his two young interns, about twenty six, looked surprised.
"This guy's a doctor? How do you reckon that?" Dr. Oken asked. Mark looked sternly at the idiotic interns, even more idiotic than their interns.
"Because he's a friend of ours, alright? Now can we just get back to saving his life?" Mark asked. The two interns nodded. Dr. Abbott nodded as well as he moved closer to George, looking him over.
"Facial reconstruction is definitely needed. Since he's your friend, it won't be too much trouble to get him to look like himself again, or close to it. Now, according to the chart Dr. Hunt gave us, there's major bleeding, especially in the organs. I think we can fix that. But we should wait a few hours until his BP is normal before operating," Dr. Abbott explained. Owen nodded as he glanced at George before turning back to them.
"Well, we can discuss this more somewhere else. I'll page Dr. Sheppard. Dr. Sloan, I think you should also come along," Owen instructed. Mark nodded before pecking Lexie on the lips.
"See you later," he said to her before leaving with them. Lexie grabbed a chair and put it next to Meredith.
"He looks so unaware of what's happening," Meredith said. Lexie nodded as she started crying again.
"I wish we could turn back time, to maybe last year, when George and Izzie were both healthy," Lexie told Meredith, who nodded.
"I do too," she said. The two sighed as they remained by George's bedside, hoping he would wake up.
Izzie sighed as she watched Alex sleep in the chair next to her bed. He was so exhausted. Just three hours ago, she almost died. She didn't blame him for being tired. Izzie sighed as she looked away from Alex to where the door opened. Derek walked in. He had checked on her an hour ago according to Alex, but refused to talk about George. Derek smiled sadly at her.
"How are you doing Izzie?" he asked as he checked her out. Izzie offered a feeble smile.
"I've been better. I still feel really weak though. How's George?" she asked. Derek froze and would not answer.
"He's ok," Derek fibbed. Izzie sighed as she struggled to sit up.
"Derek, please tell me the truth. I can handle it," she said. Derek sighed.
"He's barely holding on, but he's stable. We're taking him into surgery in six hours," Derek answered. Izzie nodded.
"Thank you for telling me. I want you to keep me updated on George, ok? I don't want to find out my best friend died because you refused to tell me in fear or something. Promise me Derek, no matter what position I'm in, tell me how he is, if he's getting worse, or better. Please," she pleaded. Derek saw the pain in her eyes and quickly nodded.
"I promise Izzie. You should really rest and relax now. If you put too much stress on yourself, you'll go back into cardiac arrest, and we don't want that," Derek told her. Izzie nodded as she lay back down.
"Thanks Derek, you're a great doctor. I'm going to sleep now. You should tell Alex to go to the on call room and get some real rest. He needs it," Izzie murmured as she looked over to the very fretful Alex who looked like he was uncomfortable. Derek nodded.
"He doesn't want to leave your side Izzie, but I'll tell him," Derek said. Izzie smiled as she drifted off to sleep. Derek looked down on her sadly, before sighing and continuing to check on Izzie. Once he was confident she was alright for now, he left the two in peace, going back to George, who needed the most help. On the way, he stumbled into Meredith.
"I thought you were going to stay with George," Derek asked. Meredith nodded.
"I know, but Lexie convinced me to go get some coffee. Come with me? It'll only take a few minutes. I don't want to leave George for a minute. Lexie's with him, but still," Meredith asked. Derek nodded as he took her hand and they walked to get coffee.
Lexie stayed by George's side, not letting his hand go for a minute. She squeezed it and spoke to him softly about everyone.
"I heard Izzie crashed but she's awake now, which is good. I'm sure she wants to see you awake George. We all do. We want to see you better, speaking and being the same lovable George we all know and love. Please George, I know how much you're hurting and how much you'd like to let go, but please try to fight. There's so much out there for you; so much to live for. That girl, Amanda that you saved, really likes you and wish she would have gotten to know you. When you wake up, maybe you two can become friends. She refuses to leave, so she's waiting in the waiting room. She's not ready to see you right now, especially when we told her who you were. She feels bad for almost killing you, even though it's not true," Lexie said. She saw his heart monitor climb a little bit. Her heart leapt.
"That's it George. Hold on," Lexie coaxed. Unfortunately for Lexie, her heart dropped once she heard the flat lining of the monitor. George was crashing. Tears sprung to her eyes as she hopped up, squeezing his hand before yelling, "Someone help! Page Sheppard, Hunt and Sloan! Hurry! He's dying!" Lexie immediately started doing chest compressions.
"Don't you die George! Don't you dare leave us like this! Stay with us!" Lexie screamed as a nurse brought in a crash cart. They immediately set up as Lexie grabbed the paddles. She was not waiting for the doctors. She was going to save her best friend.
"Charging. Clear!" Lexie yelled as she brought the paddles to his chest. His body jolted, but he continued flat lining. She did it twice more until Owen, Dr. Abbott and the two interns ran in. Owen helped Lexie immediately, as Lexie grabbed George's hand.
"Charging to 350. Clear! Come on O'Malley!" Owen yelled as he jolted George's body again. Derek and Meredith ran in immediately as well, as Derek helped. Lexie let go of George's hand as she was pushed aside. She grabbed Meredith's hand as they watched them trying to frantically save George.
Finally, they stabilized him as his BP climbed slowly up.
"We need to get him into surgery right now! Let's move!" Dr. Abbott told them. Owen nodded.
"Dr. Grey, clear an OR immediately. We're taking him up," Owen commanded. Lexie nodded as she rushed out, Meredith looking at George.
"O'Malley, don't give up. We're here, we're trying to save you. Hold on," Derek told him. They immediately started moving out the doors, Meredith following quickly. They just hoped they saved him in time.
Ok, so that's the first part. I plan to make this a twoshot. So, I'll put the next part as soon as I write it. Do you want, or think, George will live or die? Tell me if you want him to live or die here. Which is more realistic? Tell me!