Loyalty

It's pretty easy when you're into sports to talk about loyalty. Take my inquisition with the chief. I told him that I wasn't going to tell him what he wanted to know because we were a team. Just because you didn't like your teammates and just because you pretty much hated the way they were playing? You didn't sell out your team.

I didn't give two shits about Denny Duquette and I'd probably continue to not give a rat's ass about the corpse that Izzie had gotten so attached to. I mean he's a frikkin' corpse practically and she just ruins her entire career over that? Give me a break. I don't call what I did loyalty. I don't care about them anymore than they care about me – which they've proven on multiple occasions – so I did it because we're a frikkin' team and you just don't rat out your teammates.

Maybe it was some misguided sense of loyalty to her that sent me up to his room when I'd heard about the corpse, well becoming a corpse. For once in my life I kind of hated being right. Seriously, you want to be right – it's one of those things that people just want, they don't want to be wrong about something. When you're a doctor that's like twofold and when it's a competition? Come on, of course I wanted to be right. Also because I thought it'd feel good if the southern drawling invalid broke her heart by dying; that is until I saw her lying on his bed in the pink gown just looking empty.

Be careful what you wish for.

Was it loyalty that made me speak up? Hell if I know, maybe it was something else. All I knew was that Izzie was literally broken inside lying against a corpse and so I told her he wouldn't want her to be like this, no guy who loved her would and then I picked her up from his side and held her.

Whatever it was I still think Loyalty is a big old fat crock.