George stood outside the room, rooted on the spot. He was weighing whether he should go in or not. He was dying to talk to her, but at the same time he was holding back from doing so. People looked at him curiously as he passed, wondering why he was standing in the middle of the hallway without even realizing he was in the way. But he didn't even notice the people around him. He was too busy trying to make up his mind.

Izzie knew that George was standing out there waiting. It was troubling her. She wished that he would just come in. he had been out there for a while now, and still had not made up his mind. She thought back to when he had been her best friend. He would not be out there standing. He would be right by her side. She would be able to tell him everything. How times had changed since then.

"O'Malley," Bailey said exasperatedly as she passed him for the second time and noticed that she had not moved. "Just go in there already. I mean it, you're in the way and if you don't make up your mind, I will do so for you. Just go in."

He didn't look at her but nodded. She looked into the room and saw Izzie looking at the door expectantly. Bailey nodded to her then disappeared. After a few moment she was replaced by George, who still looked quite uncertain, but seemed to be forcing himself to make a decision.

"I just want you to tell me what happened," he said from the doorway. "I want you to tell me everything. Please."

She looked at him for several moments, then sighed. He came into the room and sat back down by her side. He still had that unsure look on his face. They stared at each other for several moments.

"Everything started out fine," she started. "I left. I felt that I had to. And at first it seemed like the best decision I could have made for myself. I felt free from all the drama that had been driving me crazy. I didn't have much in the beginning, but I was eventually able to work everything out. I got a job at another hospital and lived in a small, not so great apartment close to it. Then I met someone. His name was Nick."

George felt a wave of jealousy go through him that he could not stop. He hadn't wanted to picture her with anyone else, even though he had turned her down.

"I met him at the hospital," she said. "He was so charming and good hearted. He was there to visit some children. Can you believe that?" she shook her head, and George didn't know what to believe at this point, but he had a feeling that he would agree with her soon. "And so we got together. And he was great, he really was. He treated me like I was the world. He was always polite, he always smiled. He seemed to be the perfect man. Such a gentleman."

He knew where this conversation was going, and he knew that he would not be very happy when it got to the end. But he did not say anything. He knew that if he spoke now, he would throw her off track and she might not be able to continue.

"And it went on that way for a while. And then I didn't have that much, and we decided to move on together. I knew it was soon but it seemed like a good opportunity for me. It would certainly be easier, and easier seemed nice. Things continued the way they were for a little while, until… he started to change."

She paused for a moment as many flashbacks went through her mind. "He began to get angry. Just at little things. He would completely over react and just storm on about it. But then he would cool off and apologize. He was under a lot of stress and sometimes it got to him. That's what he told me, and I was understanding. I knew that deep down he was the same guy that he was when I first met him. Many people react badly to stress, you know?

"But then it started getting gradually worse. He became more and more angry, and stopped apologizing. One night I got tired of it and tried to tell him that he didn't always have to let everything out on me, and that I could find another place to live. And that was when I pushed him too far, and I really began to go down hill. That's when he-he became abusive."

It was getting harder to go on now, but she pushed through it. She could no longer look at him because of the look he was giving her. "And it didn't get better like I had hoped it would. I kept on making excuses because…I was scared. And I had nothing, because I had been living with him. And if I did anything, I knew that he'd just…." She shook her head. "I quit my job. Too many questions and too many lies. And plus he didn't even want me to go. He didn't trust me. He hardly let me leave the house. And I just kept on living with it. After a while there seemed like there was no other choice

"But then the other night happened. I had never seen him that bad, and trust me, I've seen him pretty crazy. He could have killed me easily. In a second. But he didn't. Not at that moment. Later he would have, I am sure of that. So that is why I left. I didn't want to die at his hands. So I came here. Because I didn't know what else to do."

There was a strong silence where he just looked at her. She knew he was doing so and it made her highly uncomfortable. She did not know what he would do or say. She waited nervously for him to break the silence, for she had no idea what to say.

"Do you think he'll come after you?" George asked abruptly.

She looked at him. His expression was hard to read; it was a mixture of emotions.

"Yes," she said truthfully. "I left him. And that is unacceptable."

"So what are you going to do?"

It took her a moment to answer. "I don't know. I really don't know. And that's the truth."