"They're what?"
"Married"
"How old…"
"Eighteen" Izzie supplied, bringing a forkful of salad to her mouth.
"Has it spread?" Meredith asked, sipping her coke.
"Don't know, x-rays are taking a while but I'd say there's a good chance"
"How sad" George chimed in, looking down at his potato chips.
"How stupid!" Cristina retorted.
All eyes fell on her as she scrunched up a napkin and threw it across the table. "He ran out on chemo so what does he expect?"
"Who know's?…" Alex began, putting his fork down.
"He must be in terrible shape" Cristina added.
"He's not though" Izzie replied, and all eyes turned to her. "No jaundice, he can walk just fine and apart from this two-week old abdominal pain you wouldn't know anything was wrong…. I sure didn't"
"But still" Cristina began, "If he'd stayed in Alabama…"
"Georgia" Izzie corrected.
"Whatever. If he'd stayed then he would be in remission right now and this little 'Dawson's Pond' relationship would have dried up a year ago…"
"Dawson's Creek" George corrected.
"Whatever" Cristina spat, "he's stupid. Young and stupid" Cristina reclined in her chair, "Young, stupid and male….which explains the stupid".
"I don't know" Izzie began, "Maybe love has kept him well"
"Until now" Alex added.
"Um, Iz… do you think you could put a good word in for me with this case?" Cristina timidly broached.
"Back off Yang!" Alex interrupted, "I already checked the board, saw there was a Whipple and asked Bailey"
"Dammit! Alex!" Cristina grumbled.
"You're scrubbing in?" Izzie asked, packing away her salad.
Alex nodded, "that okay with you?"
Izzie nodded and stood up, "yeah, see you in the O.R" she said, and walked away.