"What do you mean I can't see her?" Preston's mouth was agape. "She's my daughter!"
"The daughter you didn't know about until now. The daughter I raised on my own. She doesn't know you exist, and I won't let you see her. It will only get her hopes up, and I don't want her to go through finding her father and then losing him." Megan shook her head. "No, we're done here."
"Don't make me be mean about this, Megan. I will be a part of her life, whether you like it or not. If you want to walk out of this office, that's fine, but my lawyer's will be in contact with you, and I will see you again when I'm fighting for full custody of Jayden." He leaned back in his chair. "Beautiful name, by the way."
"Hey, Cristina!" Derek chased after her as she stormed towards Burke's office.
"Not now, Derek. I know he's your friend and you're trying to save his neck, but not even you can stop me."
"Cristina!"
She stopped, and turned to him. "What?"
"You can't interrupt him right now. He's in a very important meeting…"
"He never mentioned any meeting being scheduled for today…"
"It's something that just came up. He'll find you, okay. If nothing else, I'll tell him when he comes by tonight, alright?"
Cristina just walked past him. Something was going on, and the men knew about it… and none of the women did. That was what bothered her about the situation. The women always knew first at Seattle Grace. The fact that they knew something and they hadn't told anyone else… It was enough to drive Cristina crazy.
"Did they tell you anything? Or is it me that's just out of the loop?" Cristina stood next to Izzie at the nurse's station, whispering behind the nurse's backs.
"What are you talking about?" Izzie grabbed her arm and led her to an empty room. "Explain."
"The guys know something, and they're keeping it a secret. They're hiding it… I have to know. I've got this horrible feeling that I don't want to know what it is. That it's nothing good… but I have to know." Cristina looked into Izzie's eyes, and saw that she knew. "You do know! Tell me. Now, Isobel Stevens!"
Izzie shifted uncomfortably, looking for an escape. "Listen… I can't tell you. But, the guys, they're planning on telling you. When the time is right. When everything is figured out. But please, don't push it, sweetie. When you do find out… you'll wish you wouldn't have been so eager…"
Izzie tried to pass her, but Cristina got a hold of her arm. "You don't get to say that. Now I know it's about me. You tell me now, Izzie, because you know me. You know that I'm just an inch away from breaking completely. Help me out. Just tell me what the hell is going on that is so tragic you're trying to avoid it."
Izzie's eyes welled. "You don't get to put a guilt trip on me, Cristina. If it were my news to share, I would, and you know that. You'll find out when you have to. Don't say I didn't warn you…" Izzie gently pushed past her, making her way towards the gallery that she'd found George in.
"She knows something's up. She tried to guilt trip me… I almost told her!" Izzie said, storming through the door.
"But you didn't?"
"Of course I didn't tell her! I can't tell her that. She's going to be crushed, you know!" Izzie punched George in the arm. "Why did you have to tell me?"
George looked at her, and Izzie almost began to cry. She had never seen him look so broken. He looked drained of all humanity, as if the past few weeks had shattered his spirit and ruined him entirely. She wrapped her arms around him and cried. "What's wrong, Izzie?"
"It's just… you look so…"
"You look like shit…" Meredith was sitting in a wheelchair outside of the door, Derek standing behind her. Her voice was strained and deep, as if she'd been in a great amount of pain.
"What are you doing out of bed?" George ignored her comment, his only thoughts consumed of worry for his friend. His mind flashed back to Izzie's wheelchair incident, and he was terrified Mer would do the same thing.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're in the middle of a family emergency. We need a plan…"
"You told her! You told her?"
"What, I'm not a part of this family anymore, Izzie?"
Izzie shook her head, "Of course you are, Mer. It's just… Cristina knows something's going on, and she went to me to ask if I knew what the men were keeping from us, and then… I'm transparent and she knew that I knew. I refused to tell her, and she stormed off, I was assuming to see if you knew too. And now you do. Everyone knows but her, how fair is that?"
"Grace." Derek whispered.
"What?"
"Gracie doesn't know either. And so help me, none of you better speak a word of this to her… she's worse than Izzie when it comes to transparency, and she doesn't need to worry about this now too." George's face was slightly flushed, but Izzie figured it was just because he was frustrated with the situation.
"Has anyone checked on her in a while?" Izzie asked, the others shaking their heads.
"We've been so busy with this Burke and Cristina drama, we've completely neglected the helpless blind child we love so much. Perfect, seriously…" George stormed past Derek and Meredith, in the direction of the elevator.
"I'll go after him…"
"Izzie, wait. Let him have some time with her before you go in there." Me whispered.
"I guess… I just, why is he so upset?"
"I've been trying to figure that out for a while now…" Derek said, watching the elevator doors close.
"Hey Grace."
She stirred in her bed, sitting up slightly. "I can't get used to these damn casts, Uncle George. They're so uncomfortable…"
He smiled and held her hand. "You know, I broke my leg once, when I was 12. It's what made me want to be a doctor. I was sharing a room with a heart patient—there was a slight overload in emergency and they were bunking one emergency with a non-emergency as needed. He was only 22, in college… he crashed, and I just wanted to save him. He died, and I figured, if I could just save people for the rest of my life it would make the difference, you know?" He looked at her, a look of confusion playing on her features. "Anyway, the point was that I hated my cast too. And I imagine with one on each leg and on your arm… you've got to be antsy."
"Yeah. I want to get out of here already…" She sighed, "So, what's new in the hospital? Any new gossip?"
"You have no idea, sweetie…" he whispered.
