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Izzie laid awake on Alex's chest listening to his heart beat. She found the sound it made interesting. It's not that Alex had an irregular heart beat it's just that she noticed that it didn't sound familiar. Izzie closed her eyes tight and tried to think about the past few years but all she came up with was…nothing. Not even a face of someone or anything. She wanted to remember everything but it was like there was a wall in front of all her memories and no one was telling her how to break it down. All of her friends know everything she wants to know but they won't tell her. She had all these questions and no one was giving her answers. What is her life like? Is she happy? Does she still live with Meredith and George or does she live with Alex? How long have her and Alex been dating? Are they serious or just starting a relationship? Is Meredith still with Derek? Is Derek still married to Addison? Is George still in love with Meredith? All these questions were clouding her head and giving her a serious migraine.

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Izzie listened more to Alex's heart and yet another question popped into her head. If she is with Alex then why does his heart beat sound wrong? Why is it that she remembers a different heart beat? A steadier and soothing heart beat, not a bumpy loud heart beat that kept her up. She could be wrong, maybe she just has to get use to the sound again but somewhere inside Izzie knew that that was a lie and she would never get used to the sound that was pounding against Alex's chest.

Just as Izzie finally started to fall asleep a new sound met her ears.

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Alex stirred under Izzie's head and he slowly started to wake up. "Come in." Alex shouted very tiredly as he rubbed his eyes awake. The door opened and Meredith popped her head in.

"Bailey is looking for you." she said as she took a few steps into the room. Izzie raised her head off of Alex's chest and faked a yawn, pretending she was asleep the whole time and she was just waking up. Alex sat up and climbed out of bed.

"Ok I'll go find her." He leaned down and kissed Izzie on the head. "I'll be back." he whispered Izzie let her eyes close at the feel of his touch. He smiled down at her then started walking out of the room. Izzie noticed as he passed Meredith she gave him a strange look. A look that could be of anger or disgust. Meredith watched Alex close the door then turned around and smiled at Izzie.

"Hey." Meredith said walking over and sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

Izzie smiled back "Hi."

Meredith looked over at the heart monitor behind Izzie "How are you feeling?" she asked.

Izzie looked down at her hands in her lap "I'm ok…I guess." she answered sadly.

"So Alex is being really nice." Meredith stated.

Izzie looked back up at Meredith and smiled "Yeah he is being really sweet." Izzie looked over at the door where Alex just left and gave a strange look at Meredith.

"What?" Meredith asked.

Izzie pointed slightly at the place where Meredith was just standing "What was with the look you gave Alex when he left?" she asked.

Meredith looked behind her at where Izzie was pointing and then back at Izzie. She laughed a little "It was nothing." she lied. Meredith didn't think that Alex should be taking advantage of the situation Izzie was in right now.

Izzie narrowed her eyes "You sure?" Meredith just nodded. Izzie didn't exactly believe her but she decided not to press the issue.

"I talked to Bailey and I talked to Derek and they said that you only have to stay for one more week then you can come home with me and George." Meredith said changing the subject.

Izzie nodded "So I still live with you and George?" she asked.

Meredith nodded "Yeah. Derek stays over too but it's still you, me and George."

"Where is George?" Izzie asked. "He left to get Alex and he never came back."

Meredith thought about how George was acting when he came and got Alex and how angry he was. After about fifteen minutes of sitting in the waiting room he went to check on Izzie but when he came back he grabbed his jacket and left without one word. Meredith looked at Izzie and she shook her head "I honestly don't know."


"Joe can I have another?" George slurred out as he put down his seventh glass of bourbon.

Joe walked over to George and poured more into his glass "Don't you think you should slow down a little?" he asked as George picked up the glass and took sip.

George shook his head and put the glass down "Why should I? It doesn't matter how drunk I get. I don't care anymore. The only person that I ever cared about in the whole world is still in love with Alex and is asleep in his arms right now." he took another sip and looked up at Joe "So no," he shook his head again "I don't think I should slow down a little."

Joe nodded then turned and walked away. George picked up his glass and drank. He closed his eyes when he felt the smooth cool drink touch his lips. Bourbon. That is what started all of this. It was the drink that they chose to drink together, it was the drink that lingered on his and Izzie's lips the first time they had sex. It was what melted away all the ties they had as friends and made them realize there was something deeper between them.

As George slowly swallowed the drink he felt as if that whole night was coming back to him, every kiss, every touch, everything that had made him realize how much he loved her. Their first kiss replayed in his mind and how they stumbled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. How the whole world seem to melt away the first time he entered her, how she smiled up at him, and how she loved to run her hands through his hair. Suddenly the bourbon in his mouth tasted like sewage.

George put the glass down on the bar and stared at it. If it wasn't for this god damn drink Izzie and I would have never been together and I wouldn't care that right now Izzie is in the arms of a fucking asshole who cheated on her and tried to break them up before. If it hadn't been for this drink then I wouldn't care who Izzie dated and I wouldn't want to beat the hell out of Alex and the guy who fell asleep at the wheel of his truck and ran into Izzie. If it wasn't for this drink I wouldn't feel so…so…so empty.

George picked up the drink and took another sip What the hell a drink, is a drink no matter how much pain it has brought me. George gulped down the last of hated drink then slammed the glass down on the bar. George looked over at Joe and then turned around on the stool he was sitting on and looked at ever one in the bar. There was a man sitting at the other end of the bar with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other he was talking to a woman who was obviously not interested in him. George found this funny actually. There was also group of friends playing darts at one end of the bar. They were laughing and having a fun time.Secretly George hated these happy people. And then in a dark corner of the bar there was two people sitting close to each other, a guy and a girl. They didn't have drinks in their hands and they weren't throwing darts at a board. They were just sitting there talking and whispering into each others ears. The girl would every once in a while run her hand up the guys arm and laugh at what he was saying, then the guy would put his hand under her chin and give her a light kiss and they would break apart and smile at each other. They looked…happy. They looked like everything in the world was perfect and that nothing else matter except that moment and being with each other.

George hated these people even more then the friends on the other side of the room. These people. That couple. That is what he was like just four days earlier. He was happy and in love and nothing else mattered in the whole world except him and Izzie. And he had to ask himself Why hasn't anything tragic happened to these people? Why are they so happy and I am so empty? Did I do something wrong? Why am I being punished and those two happy people in the corner aren't? Why?

George turned around again and looked at Joe. "Joe I need another." George raised his glass up and waved Joe over. Joe poured him another and watched as George brought the drink to lips again. What the hell a drink is a drink right? And with that George let the drink into his mouth and he swallowed.