"O-okay." Izzie said hesitant to start at first.

"Lindsay was born in 1993. At age two Walker got married to a guy names Ben." Izzie started.

Lindsay cringed. She knew this story too well.

"By age 3 Walker was divorced because Ben had been physically abusing Walker. At age 4, Lindsay was diagnosed with AML, a form of Leukemia. At age 5 she had gotten worse and we weren't sure if she was going to live or not. At age 6 she was doing better and was able to go home. At age 7 her mom had started dating again. She had finally gotten over all of the mental stress that had been going on because of Ben and Lindsay. At age 8 Lindsay moved to Madison, Wisconsin. By age 9 her AML came back. But at age 10 she was back in remission. At age 11 her mother started dating again and their lives were getting back to normal. Walker went on a vacation to Colorado, but never came back. In Colorado she was in a car accident. A drunk driver hit her from the side. She died quick, the ambulance came too late. Lindsay, then, went to go live with her friends. Her grandparents, my parents, then decided to take her in. At age 12, her father, Denny, died."

Lindsay was crying a little. All of the memories, all of the shit that has happened to her, it all came back. Izzie was tearing up a little.

"Wow," was all Meredith could say.

"Ya," George said back.

"She's gone through a lot." Cristina said.

"Well, that's not all." Izzie said.

"It's not?" Meredith asked.

"I still have that story for Lindsay." Izzie said with a nervous laugh.

Lindsay grabbed Izzie hand and squeezed it, showing that she was there for her.

"Okay. I-I-I," Izzie said but stopped.

"Iz, you can do it." Meredith said.

Izzie nodded.

"At age 15 I got pregnant. But I couldn't take care of a child; I was still in high school. I didn't know how to take care of a child. My older sister, Walker, said that she would take my child in and take care of her, if I decided to have the baby. It was a very hard time for me, but I decided that I didn't want my child living in a trailer park, I wanted my child to have more then I could give it. I decided to have the baby, and Walker would take it in and care for it as her own child. I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Lindsay Isobel Stevens, at 1:42am on December 15th, 1993. Walker took Lindsay in and she gave her many things that I couldn't. I went to med school, Walker became a teacher. Walker didn't shut me out of Lindsay's life. I remember Lindsay growing up, saying her first word, her first steps. I was there. But, it always hard for me to go see Lindsay, and see how happy she was with Walker. It was like she didn't need me." Izzie was crying a little.

Lindsay stared shocked at the wall. She couldn't digest this. She stood up and ran up to her room.

"Linds!" Meredith called as she started to stand up and go after here.

"Leave her," Izzie said wiping her tears. "She needs to calm down. Then I'll talk to her."

"Iz, why didn't you tell us this before. We could have helped you," George said.

"You couldn't have helped. There was nothing you could have done." Izzie replied.

There was silence for what seemed like hours. They just sat and waited. Finally, Izzie stood up and started to walk upstairs. This was something she had to do.

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A/N: I know a lot about AML because my sister had it. That's one reason I chose that.