A/N: I wanted to try something a little different with this part. If it works and I have the time I might do the other parts like this as well.I've actually written the part twice. The first time is a stright continuation from the previous part written in third person. The second time it's written first person from Izzie's POV. I wanted to try and get into her head a little more than I could writing third person. The plot for both is the same. Please tell me what you think.

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Izzie couldn't sleep there were too many things going through her head. Her meeting with Katherine that afternoon had gone well, well okay anyways. She hadn't said what she really wanted to say, what she'd planed to say. "I'll only do this if I can see Hannah." But it wasn't true. It would have been an empty threat and Katherine would have seen through it. No matter how much she knew she'd want to see Hannah she also knew that even if Katherine prevented her from seeing her she'd still donate. She couldn't let Hannah die.

She climbed out of her bed and walked over to George's room. It was late, his light was off, he was probably asleep. She knew he was asleep but she really needed to talk to someone. This situation was on the verge of snowballing out of control and she needed someone to catch her. She stood outside his room waiting, waiting for what she wasn't sure, a sign maybe? She didn't want to wake him but she wanted to talk to him so bad. After a while, ten minutes, an hour, she wasn't sure the light came on in his room. She heard movement and the door opened.

If George was surprised to see her standing there he didn't act it. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night and he'd only gotten up to take a leak. He walked past her and into the bathroom. A minute later he walked out and back to his room. This time he did stop.

"Izzie what are you doing?" he asked. Izzie was slow to respond, she stood there looking worried and anxious. "Izzie are you okay?" she didn't answer. She walked past him, into his room and sat on his bed.

They sat in silence for five minutes. George was tired he wanted to sleep but he couldn't do that with Izzie in his room. Not when it was so obvious there was something she needed to tell him. "Izzie, what's wrong?"

She didn't answer, just handed George a folded piece of paper, it was the letter from Katherine.

He read through the letter three times before folding it up and handing it back. She hadn't said a word the whole time he'd been reading. "Who's Hannah?" he asked.

Izzie didn't answer. Not at first anyways. She wanted to tell George, that was the whole reason she was in his room in the middle of the night but the words seemed difficult to say. She'd never really talked too much about it. Not to anyone who mattered anyways.

"Izzie?" she felt Georges hand on her back. She twisted away from him "Who's Hannah?"

"My daughter." The words came out quietly, barley audible but George heard her. She felt his arms wrap around her, in an embrace of some description.

"Oh…Izzie." She let him hold her for a minute before turning back to face him.

"I need you to cover for me at work tomorrow afternoon and the next day. I thought I'd have more time to work something out but there is no time. I've got to go tomorrow afternoon. Can you cover for me?"

"Yeah sure. But…" George paused. This hadn't been exactly what he was expecting Izzie to say. It didn't surprise him that she'd said it but he thought she wanted to talk about it. "Izzie this is surgery you're having. You need more than two days."

"I have two RDOs after. I'll be able to work something out then." Izzie stood up to leave the room. At the door she stopped and looked back. "George," she said, "don't tell anyone about what I told you. I want to be the one to tell them."

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The following day at the hospital was a shambles. George tried unsuccessfully to talk to Izzie more about their brief conversation the previous night. It wasn't that she was avoiding him it was just everyone was so busy. There had been an accident on the freeway in the morning, so everyone was in and out of surgery all day.

At 4pm George found Izzie in the locker room. She had already changed out of her scrubs and was about to leave. "Thank you so much for covering for me George." She said as she gave him a hug on the way out.

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Izzie slipped into the back of a taxi and told the driver to go to Mercy West. She was running late for her appointment with Katherine. Today had been a shambles. There was a ten car pile up on the freeway in the morning. Everyone had been in and out of surgery all day. The whole day she'd only seen her fellow interns for brief moments between surgeries. She hadn't had time to tell them about what she was doing. She hadn't even had a chance to talk to Dr. Bailey about taking a few days off. Oh well she couldn't do anything about it now. George knew, he'd be able to take care of things for her.

When the taxi pulled up at Mercy West Katherine was waiting outside. She looked slightly perturbed and worried. Her only greeting to Izzie was "You're late." Before she turned and walked into the hospital.

Katherine had been organized, super organized. It turned out she knew one of the nephrology specialists and all the tests that Izzie needed to take to be cleared as a donor had been scheduled. They drew blood, did a CT, a kidney function test…..The testing took about two hours and then they had to wait for the results. Katherine insisted that they wait together even though they weren't actually talking to each other. Izzie read a copy of Medline Now, that was sitting in the waiting room. It was a few months old but there was an interesting article in about advancements in neonatal surgery written by Addison Shepard.

After waiting an hour Katherine's phone rang. She left the room to answer it. Ten minutes later she came back looking more worried than ever.

"We need to leave tonight." She said taking her seat next to Izzie. "Hannah's getting worse. Her doctor wants to do the procedure in the morning if the tests are clear."

Izzie nodded in response but didn't say anything. She kept her head down and kept reading the magazine. It was another hour before the doctor returned with the test results. They were exactly what Izzie and Katherine had expected. Everything was a match and it was a go for the surgery. All they needed to do now was get to Portland.

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That was the end of the fourth part. Below is the same thing written 1st person from Izzie's POV. I wanted to try and get into her head a little more.

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I lay awake. I wanted to sleep. I needed to sleep but there were too many things running through my head. I was thinking about Hannah. I'd been thinking about Hannah a lot during the last week, ever since I'd received the letter from Katherine. I couldn't get her out of my head. I was thinking about my meeting with Katherine as well. It had been okay. We were civil with one another. There was no emotion. It wasn't like we were discussing the fate of a child. It was more like…I don't. It had been good in a way, avoiding the emotion but…I'd wanted to put an ultimatum down. I'd wanted to say "I'll only do this if I can see Hannah." But there was no appropriate time to say it. Besides it was an empty threat. I'd already made my decision to do this and nothing would stop me. I wouldn't let Hannah die.

I stood outside George's room debating with myself whether or not I should wake him up. It was late, the middle of the night. He was asleep. I'd woken him up before, I could do it again. But…I bit down on my finger nails and waited. I don't know how long I was standing there, outside his room. Eventually his light came on. I heard movement in the room and the door opened.

George walked straight past me and into the bathroom. It was like I wasn't even there. I bit down on my finger nails again and waited for him to come back.

When he did come back he stopped and asked me what I was doing. I didn't answer him. I don't know why didn't. Maybe it was because I didn't know what I was doing. I was standing outside his room in the middle of the night, is what I was doing. After a moment he asked me if I was okay. I wasn't okay. I was far from being okay but I didn't know how to put it.

I walked into his room and sat down on his bed. He followed me in and sat next to me. He didn't say anything though. He was probably waiting for me to say something. He'd asked the last two questions. I was the one who wanted to do the talking. It was the middle of the night. He wanted to sleep. Eventually he asked me what was wrong.

I wanted to tell him. That was the whole reason I was in his room in the middle of the night. But I couldn't seem to find the words. I looked in my hands I was holding Katherine's letter. I didn't remember taking it out but…I handed it to George and waited for him to read it.

I didn't say anything, just watched him read it. He seemed to read it through a few times. Taking in the information or something. I know. Then he handed the letter back to me and asked who Hannah was.

I didn't know how to answer. It's not that the answer was difficult. Hannah was my daughter but I couldn't seem to say it. I'd never really talked to anyone about it before. Well not anyone important. Not anyone who really mattered to me.

"Izzie?" George placed his hand on my back. It felt nice, comforting. I twisted away from him though. I didn't want to face. I don't know why, maybe I was ashamed of her. No not of her, my past maybe. "Who's Hannah?"

"My daughter." I mumbled the words. I didn't think George heard me but he must have because he pulled me closer to him in an embrace of some sought. I let him hold me for a minute. It felt good and gave me a minute to think what to say next. I didn't want to talk about it anymore though. Well a part of me did but the majority of me just wanted to sleep. I twisted around to face him again.

I asked him to cover for me at work. Told him I needed him to cover for me. That I was going to work something out but that now there wasn't enough time. He said he would cover for me but told me I'd need more time. Two days wasn't enough. I knew that but I couldn't think that far a head. I have a couple of RDOs coming up. I could use them. I got up to leave. Sleep was finally coming and I didn't feel right spending the night in George's room. On the way out I stopped at the door and asked George not to tell the others. This was something I needed to tell them myself.

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Work the next day was a shambles. I didn't get a chance to tell the others about everything. It wasn't that I didn't want to. I did but there just wasn't a chance. There was a major accident on the freeway in the morning so everyone was in and out of surgery all day. I got to scrub in on two surgeries. That was great it kept my mind off things for a little bit. As soon as everything slowed down though, I couldn't get Hannah out of my head.

As soon as 4pm rolled around I slipped into the locker room and changed out of my scrubs. I was actually supposed to be meeting Katherine at 4pm but I didn't want to arrive there early. A little part of me still wanted to be difficult and being late was the easiest way to do that. Also I wanted to see George again before I left. To thank him, for covering for me. He was supposed to be out of surgery at about 4 so I thought he might come to the locker room. I was right. He turned up right as I was about to leave. I gave him a hug and thanked him. It was the most I could offer given the circumstance.

When the taxi pulled up at Mercy West Katherine was waiting for me outside. She looked worried and annoyed. I guess I was 20mins late so she had a right to be a little annoyed. Her only greeting to me was "You're late." I didn't bother with a response, just followed her inside the hospital.

Inside the hospital Katherine introduced me to her doctor friend who turned out to be a nephrologist. But she left the exact details of our relationship out.

I was lead to an exam room and told to change into a hospital gown. I only had to wait five minutes for the doctor to return and the testing to being. When Katherine had said she'd organize the testing she really meant she'd organize the testing. Every single test from CT and EKGs to blood tests and kidney function had been booked. I went from one test to another in some of the smoothest medical work I'd ever seen. The whole testing took only two hours but then we had to wait for the results.

Katherine insisted that we wait for the results together. I'm not sure why, it's not like we were actually talking to each other. The whole time we'd been in the hospital we'd uttered maybe five sentences between us to each other. Maybe she thought I'd run away if I was left unsupervised. I wouldn't put it past her.

While we waited I read a copy of Medline Now. The magazine was a couple of months old but it had an interesting article in it about advancements in neonatal surgery written by Addison Shepard. I'm not sure if I found the article interesting because I knew the author or because of the procedure itself. I'd assisted her with it a couple of months ago.

After an hour of waiting in silence Katherine's phone rang. She left the waiting room to answer it. She was gone maybe five minutes. I don't know I wasn't actually paying that much attention to her. When she did come back she was looking more worried than ever. Her face was just a little bit paler and she was clutching her handbag just a little bit tighter.

When she sat down she told me that we had to leave tonight. That Hannah was getting worse and if the tests were clear her doctor wanted to do the procedure tomorrow morning. I nodded in acknowledgement of what she'd said but kept my head down.

Things were going a lot faster than I expected they would. A lot faster than they normally would. Katherine seemed to have all the right strings pulled to get this moving as fast a physically possible. I guess in a way that was good. Less time to think about things, less time to back out, not that I could do that now. I can't let Hannah die, not when I've already come this far.

It was another hour before the doctor returned with the results. They were exactly what I expected and probably what Katherine expected. After all I'd donated bone marrow five years earlier. We were a match and I was healthy. The surgery was a go.

I gulped. I was going to be in Portland in less than five hours.