A/N: WOW! Nineteen reviews! I'm thrilled people like this story, so sorry for such a long time with the updates. And I know its Denny not Danny, sorry apparently Microsoft Word felt others wise, but I'm a little too lazy to change it. But from now on E no A, got it.
Chapter 2: Back from the brink
"He's going to die. Denny is going to die and we're here guarding the door." A frustrated Christina said leaning against the room's window.
"Hey guys look at the floor." Meredith said pointed towards the room, and an odd iridescent light leaked from beneath the door. That's when they heard a small gasp and thud.
"Ok that's it, I'm going in." George said opening the door. The room seemed the same eerily calm but with the exception the once pale Denny was almost rosy. The previously acquired wheelchair was now being occupied by Izzy's brother. Max was slumped over with Izzy lovingly attending to him.
George went over to Denny noticing that he was breathing on his own. He quickly reattached Denny's pulseox to his finger tip and took out his stethoscope to listen to the man's heart. It was beating steadily, not a gurgle not even a murmur could be heard. His pressure was stable and normal. He checked and re-checked before turning his astonished gaze towards Izzy.
"Ok we should go." Izzy said leaving Max's side if only for a moment. She went to Denny, and gave him a kiss and smile before quickly wheeling Max out the door. The three remaining interns didn't know what to do next. The each took turns listening to the man's heart with their own ears and none of them knew what to say.
"Drugs, some sort of experimental new drug. Izzy's brother works for the government, and he came here to give it to him." Christina responded with her arms crossed over her chest at the foot of his bed.
"Christina no drug can regenerate heart tissue that damaged." Meredith said standing to her right.
"What did he give you? What happened when we left the room?" Christina demanded from Denny.
Izzy took George's car and drove Max back to the home she shared with Meredith and George. She felt guilty for having to drag him into this, exposing them once again. Isabel Evans was now Isobel Stevens, she was a doctor graduated top of her class. She had a regular job, regular friends, and regular life. They all did now Max and Liz lived in a small town in Washington, with Michael and Maria in the suburbs of Seattle. They lived on the run for a while but were finally able to settle down. They didn't let themselves become comfortable though, all of them knew at the drop of hat they would have to move. Isabel wanted to start her own life, but her brothers never let her far from their reach.
The drive wasn't long and they soon reached her home. Izzy quickly got out of the car and helped her brother inside the house. He looked so pale. She knew the toll healing Denny took on his body, but with rest and time he would be good as new. She helped him up the stairs and tried to get him comfortable in her bed.
"Thank you Max for everything. He was dying and I was so scared." Izzy said tearfully embracing her brother.
"You know, this is only the beginning." Max replied.
A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading, sorry this chapter is so painfully short. So remember reviews make me happy!
