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--Nessa
Chapter 9
Cruel To Be Kind
The next day Izzie was discharged from the hospital. The chief told her to take a week off and then she could come back. She reluctantly agreed and left his office. She headed down to the locker room to wait for Meredith's shift to be over. She sat down and rested her head against the cool locker.
"Izz" came Meredith's voice.
Izzie stood up, thinking Meredith was ready to go home.
"Do you mind if George takes you home? I have to work over." Meredith asked.
Izzie sighed. She didn't want Meredith to know about the fight she had with George so she quietly nodded as Meredith said 'thanks' and walked out.
Izzie grabbed her bag and headed out of the hospital. When she got outside, George was already sitting on a bench waiting for her.
"Izzie" he said, acknowledging her.
"George" Izzie said back.
"Ready to go home?" he asked.
"Yeah." She said quietly.
They walked silently to the car and got in.
Izzie buckled up and looked out her window. She couldn't stand this. She hated being mad at George. In all honesty she wasn't even sure if she was really mad at George anymore. She knew she was mad at him for hiding things from her, but did she really have any right to be mad at him? Hadn't she wanted him? Didn't she tell him that she loved him? And it wasn't just when she didn't remember; it was before the accident, when she was well aware that he had a wife.
She looked over at him and he was intently looking ahead, and not at her. she sighed and looked back out the window. She knew she still loved him. And she knew that this was killing her not to talk to him. She wanted nothing more than to grab him and wrap her arms around him and kiss him. But she couldn't. he deserved better. Didn't he? Yes. Of course he did. But how in the hell did she not deserve better? She knew she did, but she cared more about George's happiness than hers. If she pretended to hate him, and told him that she wasn't in love with him, then he would soon forget about her and could go on living happily with his wife. This was the right thing to do. It was the right way for him to live. Right?
Soon enough they pulled up at Meredith's house. Izzie sighed and opened the door.
"Uh, thanks George, for the ride." She said before stepping out of the car.
"Yup." He said as she shut the door.
As soon as she shut the door he backed out of the drive way and took off down the street.
Izzie watched as he drove away and sighed sadly to herself. She wished she could just have run after him and told him not to leave, but it couldn't happen like that. She turned around and walked into the house. She put her bag on the table and headed up the stairs. she grabbed a towel out of the closet and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. She locked the door and walked over to the shower, turning on the water. She shrugged off her clothes before stepping into the shower. She suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry. She just let it all out as the hot water streamed down her body.
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After her shower, she went into her room and put on a pair of comfy pj bottoms and a tank top. She sighed, not really knowing what to do. What was there for her to do? Meredith and Alex were probably going to Joe's after work, so the house would be completely empty. She suddenly missed the days when George lived there. They could be sitting in the living room, watching movies. Or she could be laying on his bed, telling him all of her problems. Where had those days gone?
"Ice cream." She said to herself. Ice cream always solved her problems. So she headed down the stairs, intent on fixing herself a big bowl of chocolate ice cream.
She opened up the freezer and smiled at seeing the chocolate ice cream. She took out the carton and saw that it was about half gone. She thought for a moment.
"Oh screw it. What's a few thousand calories ganna do?" And with that thought in mind, she grabbed a spoon and went and sat in the living room. she picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels.
A few minutes after she had sat down, she heard a knock at the door. She wondered who could be there this late at night and got up to answer it. She had just stood up when the person knocked again.
"I'm coming!" she called out.
She opened the door and was shocked at who she saw standing before her.
"George?" she asked.
He just stared at her, not saying anything.
She stood there awkwardly for a moment. She wanted to let him in. But letting him in could lead to a number of very bad things. He would come in and that would lead to talking. And talking would lead to crying. And that would lead to comforting. And that would lead to kissing. And kissing would eventually lead to-"
"Can I come in?" George asked.
-sex. . .
"Yeah." She said, standing aside, disregarding all the reasons she had just thought of for not letting him in.
She closed the door behind him and followed him into the living room. She took a bite of her ice cream as she watched him pace. He paced for a few minutes before he stopped and looked at her.
"Tell me and it will all be over" George suddenly said.
She looked at him confusedly. "Tell you what?" she asked.
"Tell me right now, that you don't have feelings for me. Tell me truthfully right now, that you don't feel about me the way I feel about you. Tell me right now that you don't love me, and I'll leave for good." He said, looking at her fixedly.
Izzie stared at him for a minute, trying to digest everything he had just said.
"Well?" he said.
"Wait George" Izzie said, keeping a calm voice.
"No Izzie, I can't wait anymore. I realize I love you. You tell me that you love me, and when I realize I love you and that I want to be with you, you suddenly don't love me?" he said with accusation in his voice.
Izzie looked at him guiltily.
"It's not that simple." She said quietly.
George shook his head.
"Yes, yes it is. Either you do or you don't. "
Izzie looked down that the floor.
"I don't." she said.
"You can't even look at me?" he said stepping closer to her. "Look into my eyes, and tell me that you don't love me." he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears and whispered
"I don't love you." She lied.
George looked into her eyes for a minute before suddenly grabbing her and pulling her into a kiss.
Her lips locked with his and she felt that familiar feeling of everything melting away. Like they were the only two existing beings in the universe.
They broke apart and looked at each other.
"Tell me now." George said.
"I don't-"
But before she could finish her sentence his lips came crashing back down on hers.
When he went to pull away this time, she put a hand on the back of his neck, dropping her ice cream in the process. She wrapped both arms around him as he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
