Title: Spiral

Author: MissMouseMD

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update! I've been really busy lately, I'm doing Driver's Ed this month. Plus I'm having some family problems, so I've kind of been in a crappy mood. So anyway, enjoy!


Brownies

Meredith

The sound of the door opening startles her.

She turns, and is surprised to see Izzie and George.

"Hey, Meredith, are you okay?"

She nods.

She's lying, of course.

She's not okay. But she won't admit it.

Izzie's carrying something.

She squints.

"I brought brownies."

Both of them look awkward, as though they're afraid to come in farther than the doorway.

She tries to smile.

It ends up being more of a grimace.

"Thank you."

Izzie seems to take this as a welcome sign, because she comes into the room.

George follows her.

Izzie sits on the edge of the bed and wordlessly hands her the brownies.

George stands behind Izzie, looking uncomfortable.

She takes a bite out of a brownie.

It actually does make her feel better, somehow.

"You wanna talk?"

Izzie's voice is soft.

She shakes her head.

"Why not?"

Her mouth is full of brownie, so she just shrugs.

"Meredith, you should talk about it. This isn't healthy."

She can feel the rage building up inside of her.

How would Izzie know anything about it?

She's been moping about Denny for a month now.

She tries to ignore the fact that Denny died, and Derek's perfectly healthy.

It makes her feel so guilty.

And she hates feeling guilty.

She swallows her brownie.

"Look, Izzie, I appreciate it. Really, I do. But I'm fine, okay? I just got a little upset. It wasn't a big deal."

Neither Izzie nor George look convinced, but they seem to sense that she's pretty close to the breaking point.

"Okay. Just call, if you need anything. We'll be downstairs."

Izzie gets up to leave, and George follows her.

George

Obviously, Izzie didn't get through to her.

He'd try, but he's not good with words.

He always seems to just make everything worse.

So he kept his mouth shut.

Once they're in the hall, he sighs.

"This isn't working."

Izzie shakes her head.

"No, it's not."

"Well, what do you want to do about it?"

She shrugs.

"I don't know. I don't know what to do."

She looks pretty stressed out.

He doesn't push it.

He knows she's still recovering from Denny.

He rubs his eyes tiredly.

"Izzie, I'm gonna go to bed, okay?"

She nods.

He stumbles into his bedroom, and doesn't even bother to change.

He falls asleep on top of the covers.


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