Ch. 3

I sat in an empty room, contemplating on what to do next. The room itself was pretty bland, not much to look at except for a TV that was mounted on the wall and a bedside table. Across from the bed was the bath room and I took the covers off of my legs and threw them over the side of the bed. I jumped down and felt the cold tile floor under my feet and almost hopped back into bed, but I resisted that urge. I couldn't remember the last time that I had seen myself In a mirror and I was curious as to how I looked. I probably look like the crypt keeper, I thought, as I shuffled into the small room.

I looked at the puke green color walls that all hospitals were usually painted in and almost wanted to puke myself. I located the sink and avoided looking into the mirror that I knew was just above it. I wasn't quite ready to see myself. You might be asking yourself; Alice Kepner who is only 25 years old, why would you look like the crypt keeper? Or better yet you might be wondering why I haven't seen myself in ten years. Well the first answer would be… I don't know. Low self-esteem? The answer to the second question would be, there aren't any mirrors in heaven. Why? Because spirits have a tendency to get stuck in them. Weird you say? Yeah I know. Besides Mr. God has this this thing that he says. He says 'Everybody is beautiful, there Is no need for mirrors.' I smiled at this the first time I heard it cuz I knew some people that would be considered just a teeny tiny bit on the not-so-beautiful side, but I would never say that to his face.

I took a deep breath and sucked a nice lung-full of sterilized hospital air that everyone loves and looked into the mirror. In surprise I began to let out a scream but quickly considered the possibility that if I screamed there would be a bunch of nurses in here at once and they would want to know why I was screaming at my reflection. Then I would be joining the people in the wacky house and coloring on the walls in no time.

So I traded in that scream for a smile instead. I wasn't as old as a crypt keeper, I was young. Just like when I died. I Had the same Thick and shiny red hair and green eyes. Same full, naturally red lips. And same white as snow skin. I always hated how pale I was. I never absorbed sunlight, It just bounced of me and blinded everyone. I was a bit shorter than I thought that I was, if I had to guess I'd say that I was about 5'6. Aside from those two slight downfalls I was completely happy with the way that I looked. Even when I was wearing nothing but a paper dress I looked great. I began to make funny faces in the mirror and check out my body. Everything was smiles, there were no scars from the surgery that I had just hours ago, no scars until I came across an old scar on my chest, right over my heart. I ran my fingers over it and felt anger slowly rising.

"Ms. Kepner?" I heard Izzie calling my name from the doorway of the main room. I walked out of the bathroom but not without difficulty, I wanted to look at myself more.

"Yeah, I'm right here." I said.

She sighed in relief, glad that that I didn't decide to run away from the hospital I guess. "Why are you out of bed?"

"Oh, c'mon, you and I both know that I'm fine." I said as I walked over to my bed and sat down.

"You maybe be feeling fine, but your not. Your just had surgery to repair your ribs, there is no way that your feeling up to walking."

I looked at her and almost laughed, "hehe no scars." I murmured under my breath.

"What did you say?" Izzie looked at me with a confused expression.

"Nothing!" I said quickly.

She raised an eye brow and looked at me with authority. I looked past her out the window that was covered with blinds, in an attempt to avoid her stern look. I could see the nurses station just outside and I noticed a man. I had seen this man in Izzie's memories, he was nicknamed.. What was it? McSteamy? He looked up at me from the charts that he was filling out and I winked at him. Izzie didn't notice this subtle attempt at flirtation as she was too busy trying to figure out what I said. He gave a small smile that said to me, "Hi, I'm McSteamy, Wanna do it?" I sighed, I needed Izzie to believe me and I also needed to give him a response to his silent question. "Fine." I said.

"Hmm?" Izzie questioned. I crossed my arms and slowly my eyes drifted to her face. "I'm fine, really I am." I glanced at him again to see if he was still looking and then I lifted up my paper dress to expose my torso "See? No wounds! No scars!" I glanced at him and he had a half shocked look on his face which quickly faded to an Oh-yeah-you-tottaly-wanna-do-me look.

Izzie quickly spun around and closed the door "Don't just lift up your clothes in front of everyone!"

"I didn't. I only lifted it up in front of you. It's not my fault if everyone looks. And really I don't care it they do, cuz I'm sexaay." I grind and turned in a slow circle.

She looked at me and her face was struck with confusion and almost a slight scared look. "I don't- this is- h-how did- What are you?"

"Well that was kinda rude.." I said overly offended way.

"I'm sorry but, I mean you should have freshly stitched incisions, you should be in pain and yet your walking around and you have no signs of any surgery!"

Just then the door opened and Doctor Shepard poked his head in "Why is the door clo- OH" He gasped as he realized I was holding up my stylish paper dress. "I'll come ba- wait. Why are you out of bed?" he walked in and closed the door behind him. As he came nearer the same confused look as Izzie crept over his face. He looked at her "She had surgery today didn't she?"

Izzie nodded slowly, never taking her eyes off of me. I was almost as if she thought that the stitches were just going to appear there. He looked at my torso for what seemed like for ever, "What hap- I don't understand." He had the same speechless reaction and I couldn't help but laugh, I thought It was very cute.

"Dr. Stevens, Take Ms. Kepner to get an x-ray, see if she's healed on the inside as well."

I put my paper dress down and Izzie wheeled over a wheel chair. "Oh, really? Do I have to?"

They both nodded, "Hospital policy."

I huffed a sigh and sat down in the chair. Izzie wheeled me out of the room leaving a confused Doctor Shepard scratching his head and we went passed the nurses station, I gave a smile to McSteamy.

"So." Izzie said as we were boarding an empty elevator. "What's going on here?"

I smiled to myself, "What do you mean?"

"How did you know my name and how did your wounds heal so fast?"

"You remember our earlier conversation yes?"

"Our theoretical conversation?"

"Yes. The theoretical conversation that was not so theoretical."

"Not so theore.." her voice faded away. "Your x-ray is going to show that you don't have any broken bone isn't it?"

My smile turned into a grin "Sure is."

Izzie pulled the emergency stop lever on the elevator panel and it came to a halt and the alarm began ringing.

"I don't think your supposed to do that." I said.

"Talk." she demanded

"What?" I guess it was my turn to be confused.

"You say that you're an angle sent to heaven to save some ones life?"

"Yes."

"Ok, now prove it to me, before I call for a psych consult."

"I promise i'm not crazy. But I had to tell someone!"

"Why tell me?"

"Because, I just felt like I had to…. Like you would believe me."

Izzie folded her arms. "Its going to take more than you knowing my name, and a few miracles for that to happen." she reached for the stop button again.

"Your mother would have believed me."

She froze. "What?"

"She was in to the whole psychic thing right?"

"H-how did you-"

"But I don't blame you, I'm sure none of your friends will believe me either. George, Cristina, Meredith, and Alex. Why would they?"

"How do you.."

"Izzie, I know everything about you." I looked at her. And she looked at me. "How do I know? What if I said I was more than and angle, what if I said I was psychic too?"

"I'd say.." She paused. "I…" Her eyes were locked on me a she thought hard about her answer. " Believe you."