A/N: OKay, so I'm not much of an Alex/Izzie fan, but who else fell in love with their last scene on Thursday? It put a goofy smile on my face. But don't worry, that isn't the direction this story is headed. Promise.
Disclaimer: No one is mine.
"Alex," Dr. Bailey said, and he followed her into the empty lounge. It had been 21 hours since she had found him, 21 hours since she had possibly saved his life.
Or so she thought.
"Pills."
Alex handed her the bottles. He had found the Valium and Cortisone to be useless anyways. But he liked the OxyCodone and the Methadone. So, knowing Bailey would insist he give her the pills, he switched out the OxyCodone and Methadone with Advil, hoping she wouldn't open the bottles.
She didn't.
"I made you an appointment with Dr. Wyatt today at six."
"What did you tell her?"
He hoped she hadn't said anything to her. Because his plan was to say nothing himself. So she couldn't try to make him stop. The drugs were the first things that had made him happy in a long time. Well, okay, maybe not happy. But content. Like he could breathe.
"Nothing. You're a big boy, you can tell her yourself. But Alex, if I find out that you didn't show up, I swear I will have no hesitation going to the chief. I'll certainly benefit from it."
"He was pretty mad, huh?"
"What do you think?
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"Missing? Missing!"
"Yes, missing, sir."
"Dr. Bailey, we are number twelve!"
"I understand that, sir."
"Do you really think unaccounted for medication is going to improve our ranking?!"
"No, sir."
"Find out who took it, Dr. Bailey!"
"Yes, sir."
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"Oh, by the way, you'll be charting today. All day."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Dr. Karev. Seriously."
"I can't even work in the pit?"
"No. Charting."
"Dr. Bailey, come on, at least put me on scut."
"No! Less than twenty-four hours ago you tried to kill yourself! You shouldn't even be here!"
"But this is just for today, right?"
"Dr. Karev, it's going to be so long before you see the inside of an OR, you're going to wish you had OD'd."
"So, Alex. What would you like to talk about?"
He was sitting in Dr. Wyatt's office, staring aimlessly into the fish tank. What was he supposed to say to her? 'I stole drugs from the hospital, Dr. Bailey caught me, and she promised not to send me to jail if I taked to you. So I'm here, but I'm not going to stop using the drugs because I have issues. What issues? Oh, well I got excited because I thought I was going to be a father, but it turns out it was a hysterical pregnancy, and my girlfriend tried to kill herself. My dad used to hit my mom, and eventually I grew some balls and kicked his ass. I haven't seen him since. My mom went totally crazy, too, and I tried to fix her but I just made it worse. I've let down more people in my life than I can count, so I just want some drugs to take the edge off.'
No, not talking would be better.
"I don't want to talk, actually."
"Why did Dr. Bailey make you an appointment?"
Alex didn't say anything.
"Okay, I can wait. We'll talk when you're ready."
The hour ticked by slowly. After thirty-seven minutes, Alex found himself counting the seconds. Finally, the hour was over, without another word being said.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Alex."
At the end of her shift, Dr. Bailey walked into the residents lounge to find Alex sitting alone on the bench.
"How did it go?"
"Fine."
"So how are you?"
"Fine," and he walked out.
Alex hated lying to people. He hated lying to Dr. Bailey. But he wasn't lying. He was going home to breathe. He was fine.
A/N: Soooo...... What do you think? Please let me know!
