Ok…no one gave me suggestions…so I'm very sorry if this chapter doesn't suit your fancy.

I'm going off with what I feel…

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Izzie made her way over to the nurse's station. She picked up her chart for Room 2057, and glanced over it. She groaned. She forgot about this patient. Henry Feelerson, her patient from this room, needed a hip replacement. Translation: She was working with Calliope Torres----Calliope O'Malley!.

She smiled. At least when using her full name, her new name doesn't sound as cute. She thought to herself. Izzie O'Malley…or Isobel O'Malley…I like the sound of that…

"Dr. Stevens!"

Izzie, still fixated on her patients' chart and her vivid imagination, neglected to recognize the voice.

"DR. STEVENS!"

Izzie shook her head to escape her trance. Right…I'm still Izzie Stevens… She looked up only to see Callie yelling in her face.

"Izzie…Come on, let's go! We need to prep Mr. Feelerson for his bone replacement surgery"

Izzie looked at her, confused. Who was Mr. Feelerson?

" YOUR PATIENT Stevens YOUR PATIENT! Let's GO!"

Right.. she thought. Mr. Feelerson. Her patient Mr. Feelerson. She really needed to get her head back screwed on…

While washing up, Callie and Izzie stood adjacent. Neither said a word, they just stared into the OR, watching as Mr. Feelerson was placed onto the table and hooked up to all the machinery. Izzie sighed.

"Got something on your mind Izzie?"

Izzie turned and faced in her direction. Why is she talking to me like…like we're…friends?

"Come on Izzie. You can vent to me. Besides, I owe you and all for making things right for George and—"

"What?" Izzie snapped.

Callie looked bewildered. " Well…ever since he came over to your house to drink…which I scolded him for that don't you worry…he's seemed a bit…more calm about us, you know? I mean, when my dad came to visit, he was all strong, and he stood up to him. And then, he kept apologizes profusely for drinking…I'm not sure why though, but its really sweet, you know?"

"Yea…" Izzie replied, knowing all fully why he was apologizes. So she had absolutely no clue what really happened…

"Anyway, he's been better. There have been a few times where he's been…oh..I don't know…kind of in his…own world so to speak…I mean, we're going out to dinner tonight…and he completely dozed out while I was telling him about the place…But I couldn't possibly understand why he did…"

"I could have an idea…" Izzie mumbled under her breath, hoping that Callie didn't just hear her.

"What was that Izzie?" She had no clue.

"Oh, nothing. Really. Well…I guess, your welcome. I'm glad you guys are…happy…again. Really, I am. Could you excuse me a moment, I really need to use the ladies' room.."

Izzie didn't even wait for her permission, she just dashed out of the room, throwing her gloves and smock into the waste bin on her way out.

Callie looked in her direction, nodded it off, and headed into the OR. She wasn't just going to wait for her to be done. Mr. Feelerson wouldn't want her to wait for Isobel Stevens, an intern. She began surgery alone….well…without Izzie, at least.

Izzie ignored all the stares she received as she ran down the hall. She didn't want to stop for anyone or anything, so as she ran, she heard muffled voices calling out, telling her to slow down. But she didn't. She couldn't. She ran right into the bathroom, into a stall in the far corner, locked it shut, and sat on the toilet seat. And the tears began to fall.

She unrolled sheets of tissue from the contraption and began using them to dab her eyes dry. But with each dab, another tear escaped, and the cycle continued.

George can't make me this upset.. He just can't…I can't love him…I can't…

Then, suddenly, she began bawling with tears, shouting out in somewhat of an inaudible voice "I can't…I won't…He and I…never!" Over and over again she cried. That is, until the door to the bathroom opened. Another person was entering the room. Izzie suppressed her crying and shouting by biting her lower lip, and using the tissues to blot at her eyes.

The stall next to hers made a squeak. Someone was using that stall. Izzie carefully looked under the stall, and recognized the pair of shoes this women had on. A pair of ratty old sneakers with a slight rip at the toe.

"Meredith…" she whispered, hoping to not make it obvious of her tears. She regretted calling out her name though.

"Izzie?" she yelled back. "Is that you?"

"Shhhhh… yes it is me…"

Meredith flushed, washed her hands, and came over to Izzie's stall. "Can I come in?"

Izzie, sighed, and opened the lock, allowing Meredith to enter. "Oh Izzie, what's wrong?" Meredith took notice of the balled up pile of bath tissue, the remnants of the tissue on Izzie's face, and Izzie's puffy and bloodshot eyes. Tears trimmed the edge of Izzie's eyes.

"Meredith…I—I—I" And then she cried harder again. Meredith took a place beside the toilet and hugged her friend. She comforted her as she cried harder and harder. Meredith tried to rub her shoulders, anything to calm and relax her, but it didn't seem to work.

" I ….love…him!" she sobbed.

"Who…Alex?" Meredith questioned.

Izzie took a deep breath and let out a scream, indicating to Meredith that it wasn't Alex.

"Who is it then Izzie? Who?"

Izzie just continued to cry.

"Izzie, its ok. You don't have to tell me. Just breath in and out ok." Meredith began to breath with her. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Izzie's crying died down, and she was no longer wailing but simply only whimpering.

"George…" Izzie whispered. " I can't…I won't…He and I…we can't.."

Meredith couldn't hear her friend. She tried to, but every time she said what sounded to be a name, she whispered it in what seemed to be a subsonic level, too low to be heard from human ears. Meredith went back to rubbing her shoulders, and Izzie ceased crying, finally in a state of repose.

"It's all ok now Izzie. Just relax ok? Relax." Izzie shook her head, nodding and agreeing with her. It was ok, she was ok, and she would be ok. She just needed to relax. Calm down and breathe.

Meredith exited her stall and left Izzie alone in the bathroom to think everything over. She knew what she had to do. She didn't know if she could do it, but she'd try it. It was something so out of her norm of actions, something she'd never do ever. But, in his case, she was willing to try it. Because even if it worked out terribly, she could still try it.

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Ok so I was definitely going to continue this chapter,…as it is shorter than most…but I figured it was a pretty good cliffhanger. What will she do??

And yes, it is something noone would think Izzie would ever do. At least, something I would never think she'd do. So just a fair warning, don't leave reviews for next chapter saying "OMG SHE'd NEVER!!" because, I know, she probably wouldn't. But for this story, I think I'll take a risk.

R&R…hoping to get next chapter up by 2nite!

Crave. Love. Thursdays.

Seriously