Meredith walked into the living room. George and Alex were sitting on the couch watching tv. She tossed her purse into a chair and then flopped down in between George and Alex

"So how is she?" Meredith asked keeping her eyes on the tv. None of them were watching it, it was just on for some background comfort noise.

"Not good." George said.

Alex looked down into his glass of water, "She kicked me out her room".

Meredith sighed and started to get up, "I'm going to go change and then I'll go see if she'll talk to me about it". She started heading up the stairs. She was highly doubtful that Izzie would want to talk to her right now...or anyone for that matter. And then again Meredith didn't really want to talk to anyone either, but she needed to make sure that Izzie knew she was there for her.

She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and her Dartmouth shirt. She looked in the mirror for a second then made a face at herself and sat down on her bed. What she really wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a couple of months until her problems just resolved themselves, but she had to deal with it and better sooner than later.

"Ugh," Meredith sighed getting back up. She changed her clothes and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. She walked out of her room and over to Izzie's door, and knocked softly. When she didn't here any response she opened the door a little. "Izzie?" she said...nothing.

Meredith walked in and sat on the bed next to Izzie, "Do want to talk about it?"

"No."

Izzie started to cry quitely. Meredith didn't know what to do so she just sat next to her to be supportive. "Christina was right." Izzie whispered through the tears.

Meredith still didn't what to do so she just waited for her to finish, if she hadn't already. "I didn't really know Denny, not the real Denny. I knew that I liked him and that he was funny and sweet and that he liked me too. But I didn't know his parents names or if he had any brothers or sisters, what he did for a living before he got sick, if he had ever been married...I killed a guy trying to save him when I didn't even know him. I mean--"

There was a knock on the door, then george poped his head in, "Finn is downstairs and he says he really needs to talk to you".

Meredith turned back to Izzie, and Izzie said "Go talk to him, I don't want to talk about it anymore".

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