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Not having Izzie around was weighing on me, but I just kept going on with my usual routine.
Izzie returned once with a patient for Derek to fix- some old teacher of hers- but then she left again.
It wasn't until she came back one last time to have her final checkup on her cancer. Her hair had grown back by now, and she looked great.
She wanted Alex back. She wanted to get a job at a nearby hospital. She wanted Alex to take her back. But Alex pushed her away.
I found Izzie in her room, crying over her things, her hands shaking as she packed her clothes.
"Izzie," I tried to say. "Please don't leave."
But her mind was made up. She told me she had to start over. She left me that night, and I haven't seen or heard from her since.
Alex signed the divorce papers, and that was it.
"You idiot!" Zola cried, barging into Alex's house for the first time in days. She held up the diary. "You were in love! You were married! And you pushed her away?"
"What?" Alex said, seeming confused.
"Izzie!"
Alex's eyes fixed on Zola, and he was glaring. "Zola, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"So she messed up! So she made a mistake! So freaking what? She loved you!"
"Enough," Alex warned and turned away.
"Uncle Alex!" Zola shouted, but Alex slammed the door behind him and the car started from outside. "Damn it!" Zola shrieked.
She grasped the diary and opened it.
Mark got together with the cardiologist, Teddy.
Everybody seemed to be getting along just fine.
Derek and I were talking about babies.
Cristina was happily in love with Owen.
I was pregnant.
The diary fell from Zola's fingertips and hit the ground.
...
When Ryan finally opened his eyes, it was twelve o'clock. "Hi," Zola said immediately.
Ryan flinched and held his head as he turned to her. "Oh. Zola. I can explain-"
"You got kicked out of your apartment. I heard you talking to Tuck last night. No need to explain." She held out a glass of water to him. "Here. Drink this."
Ryan shut his eyes and took the water, gulping down a few sips. "Okay," he said and placed the water down on the coffee table. "So, are you livin' with Tuck now?"
"Temporarily."
Ryan nodded and attempted to sit up a bit more. He leaned against the pillows. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," Zola said coolly. "So what exactly do you plan on doing now?"
Ryan shrugged. "I have no clue Zola. I guess it's back to my parents' house, huh?"
"You should take a shower," Zola said. "You smell really bad."
Ryan almost smiled a bit. "Okay. Where's Tuck?"
"At work."
Ryan nodded and stood, staggering a bit. "Where's the shower?" he asked.
...
Once, there was a man named Gary Clark.
Zola froze at the name. She's heard this story, but never in detail.
His wife was brain dead, but he refused to accept it.
He blamed her doctor who just so happened to be Derek.
At this time, Derek was the chief, but this wouldn't last long because he had to be in the O.R, not organizing it.
When Mr. Clark left the hospital, nobody had expected him to be back any time soon.
We never knew he'd by a gun and come looking for revenge.
We'd never thought he would show up and ask a Mercy West doctor, Reed Adamson, where the chief office was, or that, when she didn't have time to tell him, he'd shoot her straight through the head and kill her on impact.
At the sound of the shot, a doctor who happened to be nearby, ran into the supply closet to see what was happening, and was shot in the ribs.
Alex Karev hit the floor, but he did not give into his wound until he had dragged himself across the floor and into an elevator, leaving a trail of blood in his path.
After leaving the victims, Mr. Clark went onto look for my husband so he could end his life.
The others on his list included Lexie and Richard, both of whom had been on his wife's case.
I had just told Cristina of the pregnancy when she walked onto an elevator. Mr Clark was there, and asked for directions to the chiefs office, and Cristina told him, thinking he was just a visitor. She hadn't known what the real repercussions of her actions would be.
April Kepner was Reed's best friend. She had entered the supply closet and tripped, only to realize that the object under her feet was her friend's body.
She ran to Derek in tears, covered in blood, explaining what she had found.
The hospital went into lock down.
Cristina and I hadn't thought much of the 'lock down' until Derek ran up to us and explained it, making us hide in a supply closet.
We locked the door, and we stayed down.
Mr. Clark shot a nurse and Mark held Lexie down to protect her. As they ran for cover, they found Alex in the elevator, unconscious.
Mr. Clark found a patient in bed, pretending to be dead. Her doctors were Bailey and Charles Percy, the latter being a Mercy West doctor.
Percy was shot. Bailey claimed she was a nurse, and he left her.
Mr. Clark found Derek on the bridge overlooking the hospital.
He held him at gun point.
I was on the other bridge, watching, walking in just in time to see Derek try and talk his way out of it.
he said he wasn't God. He was just a doctor, trying to save lives.
But then April Kepner ran in, and Clark shot Derek in the chest and let April go as she begged him for her life.
I was screaming as Cristina dragged me back into the supply closet.
"Derek could still be alive!" I cried.
She said if I wanted to go, I'd have to go through her.
I tossed her to the floor like a rag doll and ran off to find Derek.
He was lying where he'd been shot in a pool of blood, barely holding on.
When I found him, I clasped my hands tightly over the wound and told him to stay alive.
"Don't die!" I warned him.
He was mumbling. "Meredith, go. He could shoot you."
"If you die, I die. Understand?"
Cristina found us and went for help. She found April who was a basket case, and the two of them found Jackson.
There were no more attendings left in the building.
That meant that Cristina would be doing the surgery.
"Zola," Ryan said and Zola screamed, turning to find him in a towel.
Her hand was clasped to her heart, and she was sweating.
A/N: So... review please :)
