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Keep Holding On part 3

Derek and Meredith stood next to each other, standing in the doorway of the now unoccupied room. Meredith had been standing there for some time now, not moving or saying a word.

"So," Derek said, "what are you going to do with it?"

"Well it's not mine," she said without looking at him. "It's not my decision. I think I'll just pack it up. Give it to her mom. Then she can deal with it."

"That sounds good," Derek said. "So…are you coming or not?"

"Oh- yeah," she said, finally looking away. She walked past him. He looked in the room one final time and closed the door.

"I'm sorry," George said to Callie as they left for the hospital.

"For what?" Callie said, knowing what he was going to say.

"The way I've been acting towards you. I know I haven't been very fair to you these past few days-"

"It's alright," Callie said at once. "I understand."

"I know you do," he said. "I'm trying."

The locker room was much more quiet than it usually was, even more than the past couple days, since Cristina and George had stopped pretending how they felt. Alex didn't even look at any of them; he came in and left as quickly as he could, never acknowledging they were there.

"He's still angry," Meredith said sadly.

"Yeah he is," Cristina agreed. "Wonder how long it's gonna take him."

"Hopefully not too long," Meredith said. "It's not good for him. He's gonna end up seriously flipping on someone."

George closed his locker. At that moment he wished that he had never came to this hospital. Then he wouldn't have to deal with all of this.

Dr. Bailey entered the room. She looked around at them all.

"Alright," she said. "I know it's been a long week, but he have to get back on this. So come on. Rounds."

They followed her out. It seemed so weird, now that there were only four of them. It threw off everything. This affected no one as much as it did to Bailey. They were her five interns-Grey, Yang, O'Malley, Karev, and Stevens. They were her children. Now they were down to four. It just wasn't right.

"Derek proposed to me," Meredith said to Cristina as they walked together.

"When?" Cristina asked.

"The night Izzie died."

"Seriously?" Cristina said. "Not a very happy time or place to pop the question."

"I know," Meredith sighed. "I guess it's just that a lot happened that night. Emotions were high, everything was just- I don't know."

Cristina gave her a sideways glance. "So what did you say?"

Meredith said nothing at first, as though she were ashamed. "I said yes."

"Of course," Cristina said.

"I know it was probably wrong, but let's face it! If I learned anything from this, it was that life is short. We take it for granted so much. And I love him."

"Yeah," Cristina said.

"Besides," Meredith said. "You can't say you didn't learn the same thing. You are back with Burke, aren't you?"

Cristina looked at her. "Yes."

"That's good," Mer said.

"It is," Cristina admitted.

"Am I wrong?" Meredith asked. "Am I wrong for wanting to do this?"

"No," Cristina said. "You're not wrong."

"Sometimes I think I am," Meredith said.

They walked past George. Meredith paused, then called after him.

"Hey George!"

He turned around. She walked over to him. Cristina didn't follow her.

"Where you going?" Mer asked him.

"Back to the clinic," he said.

"Oh." She hesitated, then said, "I'm going to be cleaning Izzie's room out."

"Okay," he said, in a voice that clearly asked, so why are you telling me?

"It's just-" She paused again. "We'll have to clean out her locker too, and I figured it would be best to gather all her stuff at once, so…."

Her voice trailed off. He looked at her.

"I'll do it," he said.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Well- okay," Meredith said awkwardly. "So just tell me when you do. Unless you want me to-"

"I can do it myself," he said. "It's fine."

"Alright," she said. "So- I'll see you later."

"Alright," he said, and walked away. Meredith went back after Cristina.

Callie noticed that Alex was still in a bad mood. He was her intern today, so she was slightly afraid he'd do or say something wrong to a patient, for he had very little patience. And her guesses turned out to be quite right. She ended up having to pull him out of a patient's room for telling her that with her case of osteosarcoma, she was basically going to die before she even reached her next birthday.

Addison watched as Callie pulled Alex out of the room. Both of them looked equally upset.

"You have no right to say that," Callie told him angrily.

"Why?" Alex said coldly. "It's the truth, isn't it?"

She sighed impatiently. "That woman is a thirty year old mother-"

"Who's going to die before her next birthday," Alex said, cutting her off.

"But you can't say that!" Callie said, frustrated. "She's scared-"

"And has every right to be," Alex said. "Look, I can't lie to her. I don't care how bad it sounds. It's the truth. If you don't like it then throw me off the case. I don't care."

Callie sighed. "Look," she said. "I know that you've been going through a hard time with what happened to Izzie-"

"Shut up!" he said nastily. "You have no idea what you're talking about. So just shut your mouth."

People stared at him. Callie looked at the floor. He left the scene quickly, looking livid. Addison got up and followed him.

She caught the closet door just as he went to shut it.

"Alex-"

"Get out of here."

He sat down at the floor. She debated leaving, then decided against it. She came into the small room and shut the door.

"I told you to get out."

"I don't care."

She sat down next to him. He said nothing for a moment.

"She can't say anything," he said. "She doesn't understand. She didn't even like her. But she walks around this place like she's so sad about it. And she yells at me for lying."

Addison thought for a moment. "You can't blame Callie," she said. "She's not the one you're angry at. You're angry at Izzie. At yourself."

He looked at her, then looked away.

"But it's not your fault," Addison continued. "You had nothing to do with any of it. And Izzie, well… she did all she could. She would never leave any of you behind if she could help it."

He said nothing. He was looking at the floor. She waited patiently. Finally he looked up and nodded.

"Okay?" Addison said with a small smile.

They just looked at each other. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

George entered the empty locker room. First he made sure he was alone, then went to Izzie's locker. He hesitated, then opened it.

First he smiled at the variety of food she had kept in there. Izzie sure did love her food. It took up most of the space in her locker. She had her medical supplies, and a shirt crammed in the back. He found a small book. He paused, then feeling guilty, opened it. There were only two things in the book; one was Denny's obituary she had cut out of the paper. The other thing was a young blonde girl that looked quite like her. He looked at the back of the picture. It said "Hannah, age six." He had no idea who Hannah was. Maybe a niece or something. He gathered everything out of the locker, looked at it one more time, and shut it.

As Cristina and Meredith walked out of the hospital together, Meredith grabbed Cristina's arm, stopping her. She looked around.

"What?"

"Will you do something with me?"

Cristina looked at her.

A half hour later they stood in front of Izzie's room.

"You ready?" Meredith asked.

"Yeah," said Cristina.

They entered the room.