Disclamer: This is Grey's sadly.
A/N: This is just a short Future Izzy thing. I did this for LA so please forgive that. Review if you want!
"Time of death," The tall dirty blond paused as her eyes raced to the clock." Seven Twenty-eight." Once again, when everything had stopped, the hussle and bussle was back. "Someone take the body to the autopsy tables and notify the on call attendee who will inform the family." Izzy Stevens said tiredly as she walked out.
Eyes blinking, the nurse nodded and said, "Who is the attendee on the walked out as well as Izzy. Izzy Stevens, usually perky and passionate towards her patient, walked down the suddenly dark and depressing halls of Seattle Grace. She gave a small smile to George, her best friend. Her dark blue scrubs, told everyone she was resident, and a white doctors coat hung from her tired limbs. She had just worked a forty-eight hour shift, new interns learning how to do there job. She had been an intern one year ago and now was a surgical resident as well as her friends, but they actually choice a profession. For the exception of George, who decided not to choose a profession quiet yet as well. Izzy shook her head and smiled, her shift was over and she could go home. Izzy was the type of person that would go home to her roommates and bake cookies but first sleep was the only thing on her mind.