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chapter 3:The One I love

A/N:Thank you to those of you that commented! I tried to work the advice you gave me into it, but i have practice literally everyday and I rarely get home before 8 at night and I still have to study and all so please bear with me, but I will always try to update as often as possible since my schapters are so short(which I apologize for, I just enjoy the format) R&R always greatly appreciated!

On with the story..

KEY:thoughts "verbal"

As I walk into her house, the one she shares with all too busy roommates, I see light coming from the kitchen and am beside myself with excitment. Is she actually voluntarily up and eating? I practically run to the light with sudden spring in my step, before slowing down at the entrance way. Yea that's the last thing you need, scare her back into hibernation. As I look in through the door I see her sitting at the table huddled over a bowl of what I can only assume is soup. At the sound of my steps on the linoleum she looks up and I nearly wince at the sight, her eyes are swollen-heavy from lack of sleep and stress and nights of tears light pink rims as well, sunken skin, pasty color, cracked lips.

"What are you doing here Alex." her voice hoarse from lack of use and days of crying.

"Came to check on you."

'I'm fine. Can you please go now?" For once her statment lacked all passion, sarcasm, love. It dripped of sorrow as sadness and despair rolled off of her in waves

"No Iz, I can't" Not expecting my refusal, she catches my eye in a way that almost screams why?

"I won't go now. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving the house, the situation, and I'm not leaving you."

"Why, Alex? Why can't you just walk away? "

"Walking away isn't always the right thing, Iz. Sometimes its better to face your problems or in this case help the perosn with problems."

"I don't have a problem Alex! The man I love died DIED. You have no idea what that feels like"

"You're wrong Iz" pausing to take sigh, Alex looked at Isobel to see her intense yet dead stare meeting his own deep eyes "I lost the woman I loved. She didn't love me back, Isobel. She loved another man, but he died--and when he left he took her with him."

"Do-wh-" She sputtered in confusion and surprise.

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"You died Iz. The day Denny died we all lost you, Me, Meredith, Yang, O'Malley, all of us, but it's even worse because we get to see you everyday. We saw you fall apart, watched as you cried for hours, didn't eat, virtually died. I can't walk away from you because you already have. You walked away from yourself. Denny loved to see you smile I love to see you smile. We went to school for year sto learn how to be doctors and surgeons, so that we can help people, heal them, make them feel better. But we can't heal you. You have to want to heal yourself. You have to want it."

As Alex finished, Isolbel looked up at him with sad eyes, no longer completely devoid of life.

"I want it. Help me heal, Alex."

With the end of her sentence, she was swept up in arms. Strong arms she thought to herself. Strong enough to hold her, strong enough to comfort her, strong enough to heal her. At that thought she let a single tear slide down. The last one. i love you Denny.