Okay…so I just reread that last chapter and it seems a bit cheesy…and impossible…does anyone have 12 hour comas? Oh well, that's what happens in my world…12 hour comas…yeah, I like that! Anyways, hope you enjoy the next chapter! Thanks for reading!
He squeezed back. "Denny," she gasped. Izzie looked into his shining brown eyes, no open. "We need a porch to sit," he took a deep breath, "to sit and watch the sunset together," he told her, a smirk on his face. She looked at him lovingly, "Hush, don't waste your energy talking." And there they sat, Izzie's hands wrapped around his, their eyes looking deep into each other's souls. This, Izzie knew, was true love. This is what she had waited for all of her life. Before long, Izzie had fallen asleep, her head resting on the bed. Denny was stroking her hair. Meredith stepped into the room. "Hi," she said, surprised to see Denny awake, "How are you feeling?" "Okay, especially since she is here," he said, motioning to Izzie. Suddenly, Meredith got a questionable look on her face, "Can I ask you a question?" Denny thought back to the time when Izzie had told him about Meredith's curiosity of men. According to Izzie, Meredith had refused to have sex with Dr. Shepherd until he gave her some information about his past. Denny wondered what he would do to her if she didn't get any answers. "Sure, shoot," he told her. It was obvious that he was feeling much better…even after the complications of the second surgery. "Where are you going to stay, once you can leave the hospital," she asked, "I know you've been in a hospital, here and there, for the last 5 years. Do you even have a house?" "I expected Izzie to ask that, not you," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pry, I just—," Meredith stammered. "It's okay," Denny assured her, "I realize that none of you guys know anything about my past life. I just want to tell Izzie first. I know things about her but she doesn't know that much about me. Come back tomorrow and we can talk."
Denny waited for Izzie to wake up. He figured the previous night had been a stressful one for her. Hell, he thought, I would bet that every night she's known me had been stressful for her. With that thought in his mind, she started to stir. Izzie looked up at him, her big doe eyes full of love and worry. "Hey," Denny said to her, stroking her head. She stood up and planted a big kiss on his forehead. "What's this," he teased, "I don't get a real good morning kiss?" Izzie smiled and kissed him on the lips, a kiss full of passion. "That's better," he told her. Izzie sat on the edge of the bed, trying to read his signs. "How are you feeling," she asked, her voice soft and dreamlike, almost as if she was still asleep. "Good," Denny assured her, "I feel good." "Good," Izzie smiled. She leaned in for another kiss. Denny motioned for her to lie on the bed with him. As she cuddled up to him, careful not to put any pressure on his wounds from the surgeries, she felt like the luckiest woman in the world. After Izzie was settled, Denny looked into her eyes. "Meredith came and asked me a question this morning and I realized that we need to have a serious talk." "What's wrong," Izzie questioned. "I just feel like I owe you my back story, my life before you came into it," Denny told her. Izzie snuggle in closer, ready to listen to his story.
Alex Karev listened from outside Denny's room, anxious to hear what his competition had to say.
I kinda thought Denny needed to have a back story. I've been toying around with some ideas that might jazz things up a bit…And I've got a question that I could use some feedback on…I was originally planning on focusing this story mainly on Denny and Izzie…would you guys like me to venture into some stuff about the other GA characters? Let me know!