A/N: An Alex story that popped into my head. Let me know what you think. Takes place after 5x03.
Lost Cause
Is he broken?
Absolutely.
Is he scared?
To death.
Does it hurt?
Constantly.
Is he going to make it stop?
...
It had been a long night for Alex. After Izzie sat with him for a while at Joe's, pitying him, they both left. Separately. She had offered to go home with him, but he said he was fine. Because he knew Izzie Stevens was too good for him. And that she shouldn't be wasting her time on him.
He was a lost cause anyway.
So she went to George and Lexie's place to celebrate, while he headed home. At least, that's where he intended to go. But he found himself in the hospital, with his hand on a bottle of Oxycodone.
Would someone notice it was gone?
Probably.
Did he care?
Not at all.
So the Oxycodone remained in his hand, and once again he headed home.
After grabbing some Valium.
And Methadone.
And Cortisone.
Alex never had been good at making decisions.
When he arrived at home, Alex hurried up to his room, ignoring Derek's "Do you know if Meredith is on her way?" And he took one. What one, he didn't know, as he didn't bother to look at the bottle. Maybe he should have looked, he realized, because, being a doctor, he would have known how many he needed to take to feel it. But his mind was tired of thinking, and he laid on his bed, for how long exactly he wasn't sure, until he felt sick. On his way to the bathroom he was stopped by Derek, and Alex had to grab the wall to support himself.
"Hey have you seen Mer- What's wrong?" Derek stopped mid sentence when he noticed Alex's extremely pale complexion and saw that he could barely stand.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. Long day."
"You're drunk."
"I was at Joe's, you saw me."
"You have to work in 4 hours, do you really think it's smart to get completely wasted?"
Alex ran to the bathroom, and Derek heard him retching into the toilet.
Alex laid down on the bathroom floor. He felt like Izzie. But he hoped Izzie had never felt this way. She didn't deserve to be in this much pain.
Is he broken?
Absolutely.
Is he scared?
To death.
Does it hurt?
Constantly.
Is he going to make it stop?
Yes.
