I ONW NOTHING...EXCEPT FOR MRS. BARTON...I MADE HER UP

"Hello?" Izzie said.

"Dr. Stevens-"

"I'm not a doctor anymore Dr. Webber," she replied.

"I would still like for you to come to my office. I need to go over a few things with you. Do you suppose you could do that for me?" Dr. Webber asked.

"Sure. I'll be there in a little while."

Izzie got into her car and turned it on.

Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinkin of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you

Izzie quickly turned the station.

Heaven isn't too far away,

Closer to it every day

No matter what your friends might say

We'll find a way

"Okay, no music then. I don't want to start crying. I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry," Izzie told herself over and over.

When Izzie arrived, she felt a pang of guilt, hurt, and sadness wash over her. She lived for this. But she had no control over who she fell in love with and look where it got her.

"I'm done with love," Izzie thought to herself. Just as she said that, she saw Alex walk up to the nurses' station. He had been so considerate and caring through this whole ordeal, even though she dumped him for a man that would later die. Maybe there was more to Alex than everyone thought. Maybe, just maybe, he did love her like he said he did.

"Izzie! What are you doing here?" Alex asked her. She hadn't noticed he had walked towards her until his voice interrupted her thoughts.

"The Chief wants to see me. I'm not sure what he wants, but…" Izzie said, trailing off.

"What do you think he wants?" Alex asked.

"Probably some questions to tell the police, so the attempted murder charges can be filed. I don't know. I just don't really want to be in the place, you know?"

"I bet it's really hard. This was the last place you saw Denny alive."

"And because I miss it. I spent my life dreaming of becoming a surgeon; of becoming more than the stereotype everyone had set for me. I wanted to break everyone's expectations that I would never amount to anything because they all thought I was a dumb blonde. I just wanted more for myself."

"You never know…you may just get that," Alex said. "There may still be hope."

Just then his beeper went off. "Gotta go. You know the drill. Oh Shit!" Alex took off running.

"I wonder what that's about," Izzie said just as she heard the sirens. Outside she could see six ambulances pulling up to the hospital. Dr. Webber, the Dr. Shepherds, Dr. Bailey, Meredith, George, Alex, and even Cristina ran outside with the ER nurses.

"A semi truck driver had a heart attack at the wheel, drifting across the median, causing a twelve car pile-up. Twelve of the twenty-four victims died," Dr. Burke said, coming up behind Izzie.

"What are you doing up? Are you all better?"

"Not totally. I still have a lot of physical therapy to do. Hopefully nothing is permanently damaged.

"How are you and Cristina?"

"We're not exactly a couple anymore."

"Oh my God, Burke! I'm so sorry. I didn't think she'd ever in a million year abandon you like that."

"She didn't. I couldn't put her through this. I told her, well I told her that I didn't love her. I told her she deserved someone better; someone whole."

"She deserves you, Burke. You're the best thing that ever happened to her."

"Funny. That's what she said."

"DR. STEVENS!" Olivia ran up to her, her scrubs all bloody.

"Olivia! What's wrong?"

"One of the accident patients! She's pregnant and going into labor. Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd has four infants and two other pregnant mothers to take care of. She's swamped, and the woman in labor probably won't make it. And if she doesn't make it, neither will the baby. I know you worked closely with her. She needs you!"

"But I'm not a doctor here anymore-" Izzie started.

"Yes, you are. Dr. Webber hasn't let you go yet. Go, save that little baby's life!" Burke said as Olivia started pulling her towards the ER.

"Okay, Olivia, give me the stats."

"Mrs. Barton, 27 year old female, eight and a half months pregnant, head trauma and internal bleeding."

"Hello Mrs. Barton. I'm Dr. Stevens but you can call me Izzie. Now, tell me, is there anywhere specific it hurts?" Izzie said as Olivia helped put the throw-away doctors gowns.

"My stomach hurts, but I think it's just contractions. My head and my back both hurt. I can't really feel my feet. Is that bad? Is my baby going to be okay?" Mrs. Barton asked frantically.

"I'm not sure what's going on exactly. I need to take a look first okay?" Izzie told her smoothly as she looked under the pregnant woman's gown. "Olivia."

"Yes, doctor?"

"I need-" Izzie said as the woman started to seize. "I need an oxygen mask, phenobarbital, and a scalpel. We're going to have to take this baby out by c-section."

"Okay, okay, breathe, breathe," Olivia told herself as she grabbed all of the things Izzie listed off.

By the time she got back to the patient's cubical, she saw Izzie giving the woman CPR.

"Izzie, we can't save the baby-"

"Yes we can! An infant can survive only a short time in the womb after the mother has pasted away, but there's still a chance. We can save this baby. I won't let another chance to save a live pass me by. Take over for me and give Mrs. Barton CPR. I'm taking the baby out."