A/N: Hey, everyone! Thanks to everyone for being ever so patient with me while I try to find time to write. With school, work, and all, I'm pretty busy, and it's great to know that people appreciate my writing even if I'm not a big fan of it myself. I would have liked more reviews for the last chapter, but the alerts are being stupid, so I'll get over it.

This chapter's going to be different. I'm trying something new this time. I'm going to switch POV's, between Hannah and Izzie. Hope this doesn't corrupt the chapter's flow or the story's consistency. And, of course, I hope you like it!

And, unsurprisingly, you all know that I don't own Grey's Anatomy. If I did, it would be Thursday every day!

-Kaitlin

Izzie's POV

"I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant and I don't know who the father is!"

I looked at Addison as I ran through the events of the past few days in my mind.

Hannah starts living with me. Addison tells me that she's Hannah's aunt. Hannah freaks out because Meredith and I have secrets we don't want her to find out. Addison gets drunk and tells me a little too much information. And now she's pregnant? Seriously? This is what I get? A daughter who wants me to share my innermost feelings with her and a friend who got drunk while she's pregnant? I think it's time to special order a new life.

"You're pregnant and you don't know who the father is," I repeat back to her, as if saying it out loud would make the situation a bit clearer.

"Yes, Dr. Stevens, that's exactly what I said. And I'm sorry I snapped at you before but I can't take this any longer," she said.

"It's okay. I understand," I told her. "So, when did you find out?"

With a serious expression on her face, she glanced at her watch and said, "Four hours and thirty seven minutes ago."

I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. "Oh, okay. Well, what're you going to do with it? You're not the type of person who would get an abortion, are you?"

"Oh, God, no. I don't think I could ever do that. I'm only a few weeks along so I have time to decide what the hell I'm going to do. It's just…I can't do this alone if it's Derek's. And if it's Mark's…I just don't see him as the fatherly type," she confessed.

"I know what you mean, Addison, I do. But you have a lot of people here to support you. You won't be in this alone," I reassured her.

She smiled up at me. "Thanks, Izzie. It means a lot. Really, it does."

I smiled back. "Well, it's what you said to me. You said that you'd be here and that I had everyone at the hospital by my side every step of the way with Hannah. So, for you, I'll be there. Who cares if the others can't see that you're really not…Satanic?"

Addison laughed. "Oh, but I am," she said with a smirk. However, her smirk quickly turned into a frown and she clutched her stomach. Addison shot up out of her seat and ran to the bathroom, located a few feet away. Sounds of retching could be heard all throughout the NICU, and I had to try hard not to listen.

"You okay, Dr. Montgomery?" I shouted to her.

She groaned from the bathroom.

I looked back down at the baby lying before me. She hadn't done anything to deserve the pain and suffering she was about to endure when it came time for her to have surgery. She latched onto my finger again and a slight smile formed on her tiny face. I stroked her cheek with my finger and watched her while Dr. Montgomery finished in the restroom.

A few minutes had gone by, but she still hadn't come out. I picked up a copy of New England Journal of Medicine and began to read an article about a splenectomy and cholecystectomy, done to correct Hereditary Spherocytosis, preformed at Yale New Haven Hospital.

And that's when I realized exactly where Adele took Hannah.

Hannah's POV

I followed Adele down the long hallways of Seattle Grace Hospital. It was the first time I truly had the chance to look around. It wasn't that bad, to tell you the truth, but in all actuality, I really didn't want to be there. The only thing I had my heart set on was hearing the rest of Izzie's story. I knew it was going to end badly, but it's the only way I'll be able to get through to her on an even deeper level.

Adele stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to face me. "You hungry, Hannah?"

I shook my head. "No, we just came from lunch. Thanks, though."

"Oh, alright," she said. "But if there's anything you need, I'll be here."

I smiled. "Thank you," I said, and continued walking down the hallway. We stopped at room 2619, and a wave of confusion washed over my face.

"Adele, what're we doing here? Whose room is this?"

She smiled. "Why don't we go and take a look for ourselves?"

I shrugged my shoulders and stood back while she knocked on the door.

I heard a small voice say, "Come in," and she opened the door to reveal a tiny child with bright eyes, no more than five years old, sitting in bed watching cartoons.

A smile formed on her face when she saw Adele.

"Hi, Adele! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Hi, sweetie," she said. "I brought a friend with me today. I thought you two would have fun together."

She sat up in bed, looked around the corner, and spotted me. She smiled, but then shied away.

I gave her a swift smile, tugged on Adele's shirt, and dragged her over to a corner of the room where the little girl couldn't see us.

"Adele, she's like…five. What am I supposed to do with her?" I asked.

"I guarantee you that she has the mentality of someone far older than five. Trust me on this one, okay?" she said.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"Alright, well I'm going to go find Richard. I'll see you two later!" she said.

"Adele! Wait!" I exclaimed, but she was already gone.

The small voice piped up again. "Hello? Is someone there?"

I walked over to her so that she could finally see me. "Yeah, someone's here. I'm Hannah," I told her.

She smiled. "I'm Kara! I just had an operation a couple of days ago! Wanna see the scar?" she asked.

"Um…sure," I told her, fearing what she would do if I said no.

She lifted up her gown and showed me seven scars on her belly, one being in her belly button.

"That's awesome, Kara. Why'd you have an operation?" I asked, trying to make small talk. But was talking about an operation with a five year old considered small talk?

"I have Hereditary Spherocytosis," she said, "and I had to get my spleen and gallbladder taken out."

"Wow, sounds dangerous," I said.

"Yeah, well it's not. I'm fine, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you're fine," I said with a smile. "So, where are your parents?"

"They're working. My mommy is an accountant and my daddy works for the mayor of Seattle. I met him once, you know," she explained.

"Your dad?" I asked.

"No, silly! I met the mayor!"

I laughed. "Oh, right. So what were you doing before we came in?"

"Well, first I talked to Grandma on the phone. She called to wish me Happy Birthday. She said she would come to see me but she lives all the way in Connecticut! And that's really far away, and she's old. Mommy says she's not the world's greatest driver," she said, the last sentence coming out as more of a whisper.

"It's your birthday?"

She nodded.

"Happy birthday!" I exclaimed. "It's a shame your family isn't here, though."

She nodded again. "Yeah, but tomorrow I get to leave so it's all okay. My auntie sent me presents but I haven't opened them yet. Mommy said that I had to wait for her and Daddy to come back from work. So…I've been sitting here all day doing nothing and I'm really bored."

"Well, I'm sure you can find something to do."

"I have an idea! Let's color!" she exclaimed.

Coloring. I hate coloring. But for Kara's sake, "I love coloring!" I grabbed a box of crayons and a pad of paper out from the drawer and we began to draw pictures. I made Kara a birthday card, equipped with pigs and cows. She seemed to really appreciate it, so she gave me the picture she was drawing. She claims that it was a picture of her house, but I just don't see it. I tend to see things glass half empty these days, and optimism isn't one of my strong points when it comes to my emotions.

I only try to seem optimistic. My therapist that I saw a few times after my parents were killed told me that behind my confident exterior, I'm self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree.

Really does a number on boosting my self confidence, doesn't it?

Izzie's POV

I had been reading the magazine for a few minutes, but Addison still hadn't emerged from the bathroom. I could still hear her heaving into the toilet, a sure sign of pregnancy. Lucky her.

I looked up at Sara's monitor and noticed that her heart rate was elevated, and it continued to rise.

I surveyed the room. No one was there except me.

"Dr. Montgomery? Sara's heart rate is rising. She needs you!" I screamed.

"I'm busy, Dr. Stevens. You can do this; I know you can," she said with a groan from the bathroom.

"I mean…I know what I'm doing. I just can't do it. I'm not allowed," I said.

"Just do it, Stevens. Would you rather get yelled at by the chief or let this little girl die because you were too scared of being reprimanded?" she asked as she heaved again.

And for the second time, my heartbeat is louder than the incessant ticking of the clock.

So there you have it. Kara's back, Hannah is spending the day with her, Addison's experiencing morning sickness, and Izzie's freaking out because, once again, she's about to overstep the boundaries of her probation. Fun, eh? I'm sorry if this chapter sucks; I'm not a big fan of it but I felt awful that I hadn't updated in what seems like forever. Please forgive me:-)

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