Disclaimer: I apologize deeply for my thoughtlessness about mentioning that I definitely do NOT own Grey's Anatomy in the first chapter. I'm sorry if I offended any of my readers at all.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading my story. For my readers, I just want you to know that I have two new chapters, but I don't. I had to delete the first one, and then I replaced it with this one. I apologize if there was any confusion.

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Chapter 2

By Blue Scrubs

Izzie walked over to her locker and pulled out her aspirin bottle. She could feel the impending migraine that was going to occur soon. Every time she felt the intense pain in her stomach, a headache would slowly join it afterwards. Dumping a few of the pills into her palm, she put them in her mouth and swallowed them dry. Placing the bottle back in her locker she made a mental note to buy a few more of those painkillers.

She sat down on the bench and pulled her hair loose, letting the blond locks fall to the tip of her shoulders. She put her head in her hands and let out a yawn from exhaustion. She hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for awhile now because either her work was keeping her up, or the pain in the abdomen was. Often times she would wake up in the middle of the night from the sharp pains, having to let the agony run its course throughout her body.

"Izzie?"

Izzie jerked her head up in surprise to see Cristina looking down at her. She had been so immersed in her own thoughts that she had not noticed anyone coming into the locker room. "Huh? Sorry, what?"

"You okay?"

"Um, yeah," replied Izzie unconvincingly.

"Okay, well then see you at pre-rounds," said Cristina, walking out of the locker room.

"Yeah, see you," murmured Izzie, closing her eyes. She took in a deep breath and stood up. She fumbled with her pager, double checking if she had missed any calls.

"Hey, you seen my pager?" demanded Alex, slamming his way into the locker room.

"It's over there," said Meredith, hurriedly walking in after him.

"Anyone have some food? I'm starving!" moaned Alex. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a tight, hard body. Izzie turned away in a fluster, a slight blush revealed on her cheeks. It was really stupid, having this crazy school girl embarrassment.

"Where is number three?" growled Cristina, storming into the locker room. "I've paged her two times! Two! This is ridiculous! You know what? When I find her, I'm going to let her do rectals and enemas all day," hissed Cristina, leaving again.

"Wow," snorted Alex, as he put on his scrubs top.

"Alright, let's go," said Meredith. She rushed out the door, leaving Alex and Izzie behind. Izzie immediately turned to her personal locker, and rummaged through it, looking for nothing in particular. Dead silence filled the room as Alex finished changing. Tension and angst were some impending factors.

"I, uh, have some protein bars if you want," offered Izzie, holding them up.

"Um, no thanks," said Alex, who finished tying his shoelaces.

"But I thought you were hungry," protested Izzie. Oh sure, he'd take food from anyone else, but not her. God, he was such a baby sometimes.

"Look, I'm not in the mood," spat Alex, brushing himself off.

"Why are you being such a jerk?" demanded Izzie.

"Whatever," growled Alex, pushing by her and leaving the room in a fit. He made sure to slam the door after him as he went, emphasizing his real annoyance at her.

"Why?" murmured Izzie, as she felt another wave of pain coming on. "No..." she moaned. Her knees gave way, causing her to collapse to the floor in a sweat. The burning sensation and the piercing fire that engulfed her stomach slowly ate away at all her feeling. She squeezed her eyes shut, silently begging to be put out of her misery. She could feel the trickle of sweat slowly find its way from her forehead to her chin.

Izzie clutched at her stomach as she felt the bile rise in her throat. She coughed down the urge to vomit, as she felt her will to persevere diminish at the excruciating pain she was suffering through.

Her vision blurred as tears sprung to her eyes as the fierce pain ripped away at all of her sanity. "No," she whispered again. She let out a quiet, helpless moan of agony.

Through her tears, she looked at her watch. She couldn't be here right now. She had to be at pre-rounds in four minutes. Her interns would be looking for her, wondering where she was.

Wincing, she staggered into a clumsy stance. Still holding her stomach with her left hand, she felt around for support with her right hand. Grabbing at the bench, she supported herself weakly. The burning feeling in her abdomen lessened a little, letting her to stand up properly. Sweat still covered her brow as she wiped away at it. Sucking in another breath of air, she made her way to the door. Yanking it open, she walked down the hallway, flinching every time she moved.

Izzie fumbled her way down to the meeting area at the nurses' station. She looked up through her tired eyes and noticed her fellow co-workers all watching her curiously.

"You look like crap," said Cristina, greeting Izzie.

"Thanks, I feel like it, too," replied Izzie, leaning on the desk.

"You're all hot and sweaty, did you just have a quickie in an on-call room?" smirked Alex, giving Izzie a hateful glance.

"N-no, I did not," answered Izzie curtly. She desperately tried to look composed and firm through her pain. "I'd prefer it if you didn't make such remarks."

"Whatever you want, Dr. Stevens," grinned Alex slyly.

"Has anyone seen Dr. Shepherd?" asked Meredith, running up to the group.

"Nope," said Cristina.

"Oh, I paged him a few times and he hasn't responded yet," murmured Meredith. Izzie looked up to see Miranda Bailey approaching.

"Alright, time for pre-rounds people," ordered Dr. Bailey. "And I mean now."

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Izzie slung her bag over her shoulder and let out a sigh. She looked around the deserted locker room. Nothing big had really happened today. She hadn't been able to concentrate for a good part of pre-rounds because of the pain in her abdomen. But at least it was over now.

As she left the locker room, she glanced at her watch. 2 am. She made her way to the elevators and pushed the down button. As the elevators arrived and the door opened, they revealed a very tired looking Alex. Izzie hesitantly stepped into the elevator and let the doors close after her. She stared intently at her shoes, praying that she would get out of there in one piece.

"You want a ride, or what?" spat Alex.

"Pardon?" asked Izzie, jerking her head up.

"It's raining," he said, as if that explained it.

"And?"

"It's raining, and do you want a ride?" he clarified, sounding even more pissed with every word he spat out. Izzie stared at him. She didn't know what to say.

"I..." started Izzie.

"Look, if you don't want a ride, just say so. Stop wasting my time," said Alex angrily, looking directly at her.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Silence filled the elevators as the conversation came to a stop. Izzie looked back down at her feet. Why did he have to be so rude? She glanced back up at Alex. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

And then the elevator stopped moving.

There was a loud thud, then a crack and then the lights flickered off.

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--Blue Scrubs