Ok, haha, I tried to leave a little cliffy on the last one!!! Did it work? oO

I sure hope soooooooooooo!

Izzie stood in silence as she stared at Cristina in shock. "Dr. Stevens!" A nurse said loudly, trying to get her attention, "Your patient!"

"Dr. Yang." the other said to Cristina.

"Don't worry Cristina, it isn't her. It coudln't be her. Not Meredith," Izzie whispered to Cristina, "She woudn't do this. Not anything like this, not to us."

Cristina knew that the woman who had just rolled by was Meredith, but she let Izzie 'convince' her that it wasn't. She had work. Hard work. Saving lives- and a lot of them at that, especially tonight. Hesitiating only a few seconds, Cristina and Izzie quickly got back to work, with their minds still on Meredith. As Izzie's patient was rolled into OR3, she rushed to OR2 to meet Bailey. George was there with her, both in the middle of their surgery, working on a very injured patient.

"Uhmm, Dr. Uhm, Bailey, we have an-a-a-an," Izzie coudn't think straight at the moment.

"Spit it out Stevens!" Her boss interrupted, "We don't have all day!" She said, continuing her surgery. "If it's anything about a surgery, your on your own for today. There is too many patients, and not enough hands to work on them. Now, this doesn't happen very often, so don't screw this up, and don't make me mad. Am I clear?"

Normally, Izzie would have been ecstatic, and happy to jump into this case. She would be able to preform her own surgery-one that she was in charge of, that she knew how to do. But, her mind was currently on a different matter. Her palms began to sweat, as her fear and axiety rose. 'Was it really her? It couldn't have been! Cristina must have been seeing things. Yeah, she must have been.' Izzie though to herself.

"Stevens! What are you still doing here? Your patient needs you, go!" Bailey told Izzie, turning her head for only a second. George watched as Izzie fearfully opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, he knew it, but he just didn't know what.

"Dr. Bailey, I can't. I must humbly refuse. Right now, I just can't."

Dr. Bailey, as well as some other surgeons, including George, stopped, and looked at Izzie. Tears began to fall from her face. Realitly had just kicked her in the ass. Hard. Meredith was going into surgery, possibly suffering from TBI, and she surely didn't look good when she saw her being rolled into the OR. She pulled her mask down from her face, letting her tears fall to the ground. She paused, for just a moment, "I'm sorry, I can't." Izzie quickly left the room.

"O'malley, finish this up," Baliey commanded, "Looks like I have another surgery to preform."

Bailey left the room quickly, leaving George in the middle of surgery. All eyes were left on him. He began to be nervous. He began to sweat, alost losing the tools in his hands. "Continue the second incision," He recovered. All eyes left him, and returned to the patient on the table. He took a deep breath and continued his surgery.

Dr. Bailey rushed to OR3 to take care of her new patient. She saw Izzie sitting against the wall with her head in her hands. "I donno what's wrong with you. And frankly, I don't care! You pulled me out of my OR. Because of what? Your a little scared to do a few cuts by yourself? That is pathetic Stevens! You are a surgeon! A SUR-GEON. You are not a nuse, an anesthesiologist, you are not a gynaecologist! You are a real doctor, what the hell is your problem?" Bailey waited for a response, but got none,"You know what? You are just too much to deal with right now! So, if you'll excuse me, I have a surgery to attend to!" Bailey yelled at Izzie as she passes, "And don't think your off the hook! You will be punished!"

Bailey stomped away as Izzie began to sob uncontrollably. She barely even heard what her boss had said-she was worried about Meredith. Sure, they didn't always have a great relationship, in fact, they didn't have much of one period. But, she couldn't help but feel anything but compassion and love for her. They were friends, and that was it. Izzie couldn't help but wonder how Cristina felt. They were just about best friends.

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Cristina eneterd the last OR with her patient. She glances about, but saw no Shepherd, no Bailey, and no Burke. "Wh-where are the surgeons?" Cristina asked, almost scared.

"That would be you Dr. Yang. Today, this is your OR, and welcome to it." A fellow doctor smiled to her.

"Oh," Cristina took a deep breath, "Ok, yeah, thats great" She commented, almost sarcastically. She knew what she had to do. Cristina remembered what Izzie had said, and stuck that into her head-it was the only way that she could preform surgery. She was by herself, that was pressure enough. "Ok," she sighed once more as they began the surgery.

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Meredith was quickly rushed into the already prepped OR. Everything was in position. She needed the surgery as soon a possible, there was only one thing missing -- her doctor. Derek washed his hands thoroughly before entering the OR. He had tried to see who this mystery woman was, but it was nearly impossible. Her face was hidded behind the makeup of blood. She had too many cuts and bruises throughout her body to be able to tell who it was - or so he thought. He walked around the patients table, smiling at the other doctors in the room with him. He was readily prepared for the surgery.

"Is everybody ready for this?" Derek asked, almost cheerfully, before looking back down at his patient.

He was stunned. He could tell in a split second who it was. Derek dropped his scalpel on the floor. Through every cleaned cut and bruise, he could see Meredith's perfect face. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to just stay by her side, and let someone else operate. But then again, he was the best nuerosergeon that he knew. And he wanted the best for Meredith. Derek just wasn't sure how he could operate. Too many things would be running through his head at once.

"Dr. Shepherd?," Another doctor awaited patiently, as he picked up Derek's scalpel, "Is everything ok Dr. Shepherd?"

Derek quicky wiped the sweat off of his forehead, and his sweaty palms on his scrubs, "Yes, yes, everything is fine. Dr. Johnson, please go fill out a report for this patient. . . her name. . . her name is Meredith Grey."

Dr. Johnson nodded his head and quickly exited the room. All of the doctors in the OR knew who Meredith was because she was Ellis Grey's daughter, so they began to feel some pressure. But, they hadn't realized the pressure Derek was going through. He loved Meredith, and he didn't even have the guts to tell her. His stomach dropped like a bowling ball. He couldn't help but feel nervous operating on her, but he had to do the best that he could-it was Meredith afterall.

"Scalpel," Derek repeated.

So, yeeeaaaah, here it is!