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A/N: So where this came from I have no idea. Cold medicine and out of no where obsession with Izzie and McSteamy. Not a writter, just a typer that typed this. It would be great if you reviewed and all but thanks for just reading!!
"So you've heard?"
Izzie was now a rockstar. Surgeries were happening everywhere and she could participate in any of them. Legally. And she was back in the gossip loop at this surprisingly tight knit hospital. Exclude the facts pertaining her lack of conversations with her best friend and all of the things relating to why she couldn't operate in the first place and everything was fine.
Seriously, Izzie was a rockstar.
"Yeah, everything, but by all means share your thoughts on it first."
"Well I think Dr. Mark sexobsessed Sloan won't make it two seconds without….hey! Merideth, what are we talking about?"
As Izzie sat on the extremely uncomfortable chair alongside still bedridden Merideth Grey's bed, she realized she had been outwitted.
"See this--this is an IV, these--they're medicines and all are being pumped into my feeble body. Give me a little bit here. I'm about to pull a Christina and go ape shit if I am not allowed in on some kind of information. Medical or gossip or something!"
Izzie loved the way the mind healed itself. One moment you were drowning or lying on a bathroom floor and within days or months you wanted gossip and were power drilling holes into another human's brain.
"Mcsteamy swore off sex. Or Addison gave him some kind of ultimatum or something. Well all that anyone really really knows for sure is that it ended in neither of them having sex. For sixty days! Seriously sixty days. Sixty consistent days with no action--they only consistent thing those two do is be angsty and have sex. Now there will just be angst…weird."
Izzie was out of breath, only so much a girl could rant about. Or so long at least.
"What's weirder is your interest in this---"
Interrupted by a pager. The consistent end to any doctor-conversation.
"That would be my pager. It's Bailey. Which either means I am getting reprimanded for being late or am being paged for surgery. Cause I am off of probation which equals---rockstar!"
And she was gone and Merideth was just left smiling.
The body healed itself with coagulation and adrenaline. The mind healed itself with a little dose of belief and moving on.