DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN IT!
A/N: I realize the formatting of the last chapter was odd. Sorry for that...
Also, here were the guesses for who people think patient one is:
Ellis, Adele, Denny.
Here are the guesses:
Ellis, Denny, Izzie, Burke, George's dad, and Erica Hahn.
So see who's right ;)
"Hello?"
Jo froze for a moment, not able to find her voice.
"Hello?" the voice repeated from the other line.
Jo cleared her throat. "Izzie Stevens?"
The line was quiet for a moment. "Who is this?"
"My name is Jo Wilson. I'm-"
"Alex's new girlfriend," Izzie finished for her. "I have a Facebook. Why the hell are you calling me? Is Alex okay?"
"Yeah. Um A-Alex is fine. More than fine actually. He's been trying to call you, couldn't get in touch with you."
"What's wrong?" Izzie said.
"Um... I um..."
Alex appeared from behind her, taking the phone from her hand. "Iz, O'Malley's alive."
...
After taking Meredith and Derek's statements, Officer Finch sat with Callie and took hers.
Lexie and Mark were sleeping upstairs, prepared to be questioned by the police in the morning.
Meredith and Derek now lay in their bed, exhausted.
"So who else is alive?" Meredith asked.
"I don't know," Derek whispered. "Think my dad is?"
She gave him a look which seemed to say I wish but no.
Derek held her tighter to him, and the two drifted off to sleep for the first time in almost two days.
...
George awoke from his drug induced state, extremely out of it.
The room was blurry. Everything was doubled.
He noticed the tube from his IV running up the side of his bed. He turned his head and bit the tube, pressing his teeth down hard into it. It tore and the liquid began to drip out onto the floor. The blurriness began to ease and George took a moment to look around him.
The curtains were blue.
There was a scalpel on the table next to him.
...
"Mom?" Lexie whispered. "Mom is that you?"
Her mother reached out her hand, reaching for Lexie's.
"You shouldn't be here."
"So it's true. I'm dead?"
Her mother nodded. Lexie threw her arms around her.
"Patient five? Patient five, can you hear me?"
Lexie opened her eyes, blinking up at the man above her.
Her breathing was coming heavy and deep. She had something breathing for her.
"Patient five?"
Lexie blinked again. Her face stung. What was she doing here?
"Don't worry. Everything's fine. Do you know your name?"
She opened her mouth, couldn't find her voice at first, but forced out, "Lexie Grey."
Lexie's eyes shot open, a heavy breath catching in her throat as she looked over to find Mark beside her.
...
George tried to keep his heart rate steady, but he could hear it accelerating on the monitor behind him.
He attempted to remove the IV from his arm, but it wouldn't budge.
With blood running down his arm.
He noticed a scalpel on the table next to him.
George slowly looked over and felt his heart skip a beat and he gasped. "Denny?" he whispered.
He tried to reach it, but his body protested and he felt himself being held down in his restraints.
He reached again, his breath coming heavier, angrier.
Finally, he slid his left arm forwards in his restraints and feeling his right arm being yanked in the other direction.
He closed his eyes, twisted his shoulder slightly, and heard a pop.
He cringed grinding his teeth down hard.
This wasn't the first time he'd dislocated his shoulder. The first time was when he fell down the steps after having sex with Meredith.
That was how he met Callie.
His shoulder had been weaker ever since, always at the risk for re-dislocation.
Now he felt like he might throw up from the pain.
However, the dislocation allowed him to twist more to the side, giving him a slight freedom from his right arm that he hadn't had seconds ago.
He reached over to the table and grasped the scalpel.
It was cold in his hand.
He leaned back over into the bed, cringing again from his shoulder, and slipped the scalpel into he restraints. He pointed outwards and pushed, and the rope began to tear.
He pressed harder and he got all the way through and his hand became free.
George stared at his free hand for a long moment, and then cut the restraint on his dislocated arm, then doing the same to the restraints on his feet.
George took a deep breath, bit down on his pillow, and popped his arm back into place.
He held back a scream as it resettled.
He was careful not to give it too much movement as he attempted to stand up out of bed.
His feet gave out under him, his body falling into the floor.
"No," George mumbled, trying to push himself up.
His entire body was protesting.
he hadn't walked in five years.
"No," George said again.
He grasped the bed, trying to force himself upwards.
He had nearly no muscle left.
He felt his eyes tearing up.
He was supposed to be dead, a corpse.
He pushed himself to his knees, grasping the curtain beside him for support.
It was yanked open.
He slowly looked over and felt his heart skip a beat and he gasped. "Denny?" he whispered.
Denny's eyes blinked open. His head turned and his attention locked on George.
At the sound of George's empty heart monitor, footsteps rushed over.
George turned, his focus coming to the person who stood before him, a needle in his hand.
"I'm done with you people escaping," he snapped.
"Burke?" George gasped.
The needle stuck into his arm and the world went black.
