.4.
Somebody Take the Pain Away
Keep runnin' in and out my life
Taking the wrongs and trying to make 'em right, right
You're too pathetic for my love, oh, oh
You played your games and boy I had enough of you
Messing with my head
All the things you said
Running back to me
Selling me your dream
I never wanted it to be this way
The pain is killing me
Gotta set you free...
Addison crept into Izzie's room. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed a crazed strand of hair away from Izzie's face.
"I would never wish this sort of thing on anybody. You don't deserve this. You have so much potential, Izzie. I know we aren't friends. I know we aren't much of anything. I'm here for you. If you just want to talk, not talk, blow a disgustingly large amount of money on shoes, or even bake. Okay, so I am a better cook than baker, but I can make a mean Crème Brule."
Addison squeezed Izzie's hand and walked out of the room.
Meredith was startled to collide into Addison. Addison's tired eyes bore into Meredith's.
"You lied to me. I trusted you and you lied to me."
Addison spun on her heel and marched on.
"I didn't lie to you," Meredith called out weakly. Addison froze. She knew those passing by have been waiting for a face off between her and Meredith.
Addison exhaled a breath she had been holding in
"Whatever, Meredith. I'll be releasing Izzie into your care when she's ready."
"Cristina?"
Cristina whipped around. She had been watching Dr. Shepherd perform a simple procedure of draining fluid.
George stood in the doorway. His eyes were searching hers for something or anything. Burke had shared with him that Cristina had been MIA since he was shot. It upset George how inconsiderate Cristina could be. Her boyfriend was shot. He may never operate again and here she was watching an operation.
"What are you doing here? Burke has been asking for you for the past hour."
"I, I know, but Shepherd is--"
"Is performing a procedure we have seen a hundred times. Cristina, Burke needs you. What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me. I have a job to do. I cannot be his girlfriend when I am working. Tell him I will see him after my shift," Cristina snapped and shoved past George.
George leaned against the door and closed his eyes. His world falling apart one friend at a time.
Alex paced outside of Izzie's room. He wanted to go in and check on her. He wanted to be there for her, but he was scared. Yes, Alex Karev was scared. The truth was he loved her. He was hopelessly in love with Isobel Stevens, but his demons held him back.
"You can go in, Karev," Bailey declared in passing. Alex's eyes grazed the moving doctor.
"No. I can't."
He turned and walked out the nearest door.
"Something is bothering you, Addison," Burke commented.
"I'm fine. What about you? Preston, your hand isn't steady. Have you told Derek?" Addison observed, rushing to grab Burke's hand. Preston squeezed her hand as tight as he could in reassurance.
"I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about you. What's wrong, Addi?" Burke pushed.
Addison rolled her eyes and continued to massage out Burke's hand.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I am here when you are ready to talk about it."
"I know, Prest."
Burke squeezed her hand again. His hand spasm-ed in hers.
Cristina watched Burke with Montgomery-Shepherd. She had no idea that they were friends. She envied the apparent closeness between Burke and She-Shepherd. She could tell there was no romantic interaction, it was the apparent understanding that bothered her. Cristina was afraid of that sort of understanding.
Cristina scolded herself for her behavior. If she didn't get her act together, she would loose the man she loved.
Derek looked at his watch. It was 6pm. He had, had a long grueling day avoiding Addison and Meredith. The world around him was collapsing. The good Dr. Shepherd needed a drink. Luckily, happy hour at Joe's was just beginning.
