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Izzie stared at Alex beckoning for him to talk to her, give her the answers she so desperately needed but he turned away, he walked out the room. He began walking up the stairs to the roof. He needed space, time to think. He'd always known that there was a possibility of amnesia, it was almost a given that she'd suffer some but he wasn't ready for this. He wasn't prepared for…she didn't know who he was.

How was he supposed to explain to her who he was, how much he felt about her, how much he thought she felt about him. Thought, past tense, she didn't feel anything for him now; she didn't even know who he was.

Tears began to well up in his eyes. He hadn't cried since he was a child but these last few weeks he seemed to be doing it more and more often. He stared out across the city, searching for that little piece that was as torn apart as he was, but it wasn't there. Everything was the same, everything was together. The city hadn't stopped just because his life had. The world keeps turning but things were never going to be the same.

Alex sat on the roof for a long time thinking about what to do. Part of him was telling him to go back, try and fix things. The other part was telling him to run while he still could. He didn't know if could do this, if he could still be the man Izzie needed him to be. He was still thinking things through when Dr. Shepard came and sat next to him.

"I thought you might be up here." He said taking a seat next to Alex. Alex didn't respond at first, he just kept staring out across the city. He'd trusted Shepard to make things better and at this instant he was feeling betrayed.

"Did you know?" he asked. "That she doesn't remember anything."

"I thought so but I didn't know until she started talking."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was nothing to tell. You knew there was likely to be some amnesia. It's only now that she can communicate that we're realizing how extensive it is."

"She doesn't even know who I am."

"I know, but she's still asking for you."

"What? How?" Alex was surprised. She was asking for him but she didn't even know who he was.

"She's been asking the nurses to find the man who brings the books. She wants to talk to you."

Alex listened to Shepard talk, his words slowly sinking it. Izzie was asking for him. She wanted to talk to him. These were good signs. He stood up and started walking toward the elevator. He was going to talk to Izzie because that was what she wanted.

"Alex?" Shepard asked him on the elevator ride down. "How are you holding up?"

"Okay I guess." He hadn't been expecting the question.

"Good. Don't forget to take care of yourself. The hard stuff is only just beginning."

"I won't."

The elevator dinged to say they'd reached the second floor. The doors opened and the two men walked out.

"I'm bringing some physical therapists over this afternoon. I'll see you then." Shepard said and walked off.

Alex took a deep breath and began walking towards Izzie's room. He was nervous but he wasn't sure why. He had no reason to be nervous. But then he did have reason. What was he going to say to Izzie, what was she going to say to him. He didn't know, all he knew was he had to see her. He needed to explain to her why he'd walked away. He still cared deeply about her, he still loved her, he needed to make things right.

He opened the door to Izzie's room and walked in. She was laying in the bed, tears trickling down her face. A nurse was sitting with her, trying to get her to calm down, stop her crying. The nurse left as soon as Alex came in.

He walked toward her bed and with his hand he reached down and wiped the tears away from her eyes

"I'm Alex." He said. "I love you."

Izzie looked back at the man, Alex and smiled. He said he loved her and she believed him. It had to be love for he sat with her every day but she still couldn't remember him. They sat in silence for a while. Alex held her hand in his and kissed it. She closed her eyes and tried to remember but nothing came.

"Alex?" she whispered breaking the silence. "Did I love you?"

Alex turned away from Izzie. He didn't know how to answer her question. He loved her, there was no doubt in his mind about that but they'd never spoken about how they'd felt about each other. She'd never told him she loved him but he'd never told her either.

Izzie watched Alex turn his head away from her. She griped hold of his hand as tightly as she could. She was afraid he was going to leave again and she didn't want him to leave. She needed him, he was the only thing in her life at this moment that felt right.

"Alex?" she whispered again.

He turned around to face her. His eyes were glazy like they were filling with tears. "I don't know. We never spoke about our feelings." He brought her hand up his mouth and kissed it again. "I think it was love. Other people said we were in love but I didn't realize it myself until I almost lost you"

He lay his head down on her bed and she felt his tears soak into her sheets. They stayed like that for a while. Izzie tried to stroke his head but she couldn't. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to remember again. Why couldn't she remember this man, he was obviously a big part of her life. But she couldn't find him in her head. Her memory was blank. How could she lose this man completely? She was shot in the head, that's a good reason to lose your memory. She was getting frustrated, she didn't like not knowing.

"Alex," she finally said. Her voice was soft, barely audible. "Help me remember."