The steam from her coffee cup had finally faded and the liquid in her cup turned cold. Izzie sat at the kitchen table, staring at the blank wall, her back turned to the kitchen. It was around 6 a.m. and her perfect posture wasn't disturbed even when she heard their voices.

"I come home for a shower and there's not even hot water left," it was George. His voice grew louder as he entered the kitchen. Izzie assumed his girlfriend was in tow, but waited to hear her voice to confirm.

"I told you to just take one at my place, hey Izzie," Callie called out mid-sentence, noticing the blonde with her back turned against them. When Izzie didn't respond, Callie rolled her eyes.

"Ok, good morning to you, too," she stated sarcastically.

"Ignore her," George said quietly, but loud enough for Izzie to hear the stinging words. "Oh and thanks for the wake up call last night, Iz. Really, a call begging to talk to me after I just worked a double shift was just what I needed at midnight," George and Callie spoke amongst themselves for a few seconds before the sound of Alex bounding down the stairs interrupted them. He went straight over to Izzie,

"Hey," he said softly. "I got worried when you weren't in bed," he placed a protective hand on her shoulder.

"Oh my God, you two are an item again?" George said, with slight disgust, but mostly disbelief.

"It only makes sense, they're the two models in the group," Callie said.

"We're not together like that, and I was never a model," Alex responded confused.

"Yeah, but you could have been. And what was your alter ego, Brittany? Beverly?" Callie tried to think of the name, George completed her thought,

"Bethany Whisper," he said. Izzie jumped out of her seat and turned toward them.

"I am not Bethany Whisper," she yelled at them, as they finally saw her bruised face. "Don't you ever call me that again," she said resolutely. George looked taken aback by her ferocity and the condition of her face. Izzie brushed past Callie and headed to the front door,

"Iz, where are you going?" Alex asked.

"I need to get out this place," she said. He hurried after her. He planned to stop her at the door, but didn't have to when he got held up behind her, as she stood frozen in the foyer. She stared at the area, which had been cleaned up from the night before.

"Iz," Alex said, getting past her and watching her gaze at the scene in front of her.

"It's like it never happened," she said. George came into the hallway, face still ridden with concern and confusion.

"But it did. And I can't get it out of my head, Alex," she said, still staring at the floor in front of her.

"I tried to get him off of me, I tried, you know? I really tried," she said, moving to the middle of the room, her eyes closed reenacting it in her mind, moving around where she had been last night.

Meredith hurried down the stairs after hearing voices. She stood at the landing to see what was going to unfold.

"Izzie," George started, but Izzie stopped him.

"Save it, George. This doesn't change anything. Don't feel sorry for me, I don't want your pity and I can already hear it in your voice," she said. "I just need to be alone,"

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Meredith said slowly.

"I'm not just going to sit here, feeling sorry for myself, with all of you watching over me thinking 'oh, poor Isobel, crying again on the bathroom floor'," she said.

"Izzie, that's not what we're thinking. We're here to help you process this, we're here for you." Meredith began.

"I don't know how to process this," she said in frustration. "I'm sorry. I just, I can't do this," she said in an exhausted sigh. She put her wrist up to her forehead and closed her eyes. "I can't do this." In her moment of weakness, her phone rang. She reached into her pocket and recognized it was the hospital. She looked down, not wanting to answer.

"Hello," she reluctantly said and then continued, "Ok." She hung up and looked down at the phone in her hand.

"They have my results," she said slowly. "They want me to come down."

"I'll drive," Alex said.

"No, I don't want to go," Izzie replied. "It makes it too real."

"You need to go down there," Alex said, pushing her to think of her health. "You know you need to do this," She sighed in response and nodded in compliance. Then she and Alex were out the door.

Meredith walked over to George and Callie, who eventually joined the group in the middle of Izzie's tirade.

"George?"

"Results for what?" He asked her in a deadpan tone, not making eye contact and keeping his gaze toward the front door. "What's she talking about?" Meredith sighed.

"A patient followed her home last night. She was raped."

"No, no…," he said in disbelief.

"George, you saw her. You heard what she said," Callie replied.

"This isn't happening," he said.

"It happened. This is real," Meredith said. "I know it's hard to believe, but it happened and it's not our fault."

"She called me!" he yelled, breaking his gaze and staring at Meredith. "She called me last night and I ignored it. God, what was I thinking? I even listed to her message," he admitted.

"You didn't know," Callie said.

"Yeah, but I should have! I heard the pain in her voice, she said she needed me and I just ignored her. What kind of person does that?"

"You didn't know," Callie reiterated.

"He's still out there," Meredith interjected, causing them to look up. "They haven't caught him, they don't even know who he is," she said.

"I'm going down there," he said.

"I don't think she wants to see you right now," Callie said.

"You said he was a patient," George said and Meredith nodded. "That means there's a chart, there's paperwork, his name has to be on there," Meredith widened her eyes in realization.

"Of course, my God, how didn't we think of that earlier?" She asked to no one in particular. "Let's go."