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"And you just let her go?"

"I didn't just let her go!" Izzie said exasperatedly to Dr. Bailey, who was looking at her sternly. "You don't understand. She was...I had to make sure he was okay. And I have a feeling if I would have tried and stop her she would have strangled me or something."

Bailey sighed. Meredith Grey had been doing so well. It was almost as if she had put it in her past and forgotten about it. But of course she hadn't. And of course it came back to haunt her. Because she had never truely...accepted it.

"What happened?" Cristina asked, coming over. "Did Meredith really lose it and push George down the stairs?"

She did not want this to be true, but she knew it was just by the looks on their faces and the fact that George wouldn't lie about something like this. She just wished that they would. She had already went through this before. She couldn't do it again.

"Yeah," Izzie sighed.

"And apparently she's gone too," Bailey said, looking at Izzie. "This is not a good thing. She is a danger to herself and others. She already proved that. I don't even want to think about her being out on the roads."

Izzie and Cristina looked at each other. Izzie was beginning to feel guilty. But she didn't believe that either of them would have done anything different. They didn't see her, the look in her eyes. It was murderous.

"Is George alright?" Izzie asked Cristina, looking for an escape from them.

"Yeah," Cristina said. "He'll be fine. He had a concussion so we'll keep him overnight for observation."

"I'll go see him," Izzie said, and looked at both of them before walking away. They watched her do so and she felt their eyes on her but ignored it. Bailey looked back at Cristina.

"We have to find her," she said. "Like I said before, it could be very dangerous to more than one person."

"Yeah," Cristina said distractedly. Bailey had a feeling that she wasn't going to get much out of her so she left to find out what she should do. Cristina didn't even seem to notice that Bailey left. She could not handle it. She barely did the first time. Now it was all of a sudden back and stronger than before. Everything had been alright. Why couldn't it just stay that way?

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Izzie knocked on the door and smiled. George gave her a small smile back. "Hey," he said as she came and sat down on his bed.

"Hi," she replied. "How are you?"

"Fine," he said, after a moment in which Meredith's face floated across his mind again. "I'm..." He shook his head. "I just can't believe that this happened."

"Yeah," she sighed, looking down at her hands. "Me neither."

"So," George said slowly, "what are they doing? What are they going to do?"

"I don't know," she said. "I wish I did but..." She was silent for a moment. "They keep on talking about how dangerous she is. And it's Meredith they're talking about. Meredith. She's not dangerous. She's-"

Izzie stopped and shook her head. George took her hand and she looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"I know," he said. "Trust me, I know. It doesn't seem right. It's not like I ever expected her to push me down the stairs. And then walk right past me too."

"That wasn't Meredith," Izzie said, and she believed that one hundred percent. "That was someone else. It wasn't her."

George knew what she meant. She was not herself. Meredith was a kind person who would do anything to help her friends. She was sure to be there. She didn't hurt people. She was a doctor, for god's sake. And a damn good one.

"I have to go find her," Izzie said suddenly, standing up.

"Whoa-wait," George said. "I don't think you should do that. They said-"

"Yeah, she's dangerous," Izzie cut him off. "But I don't care. I let her get away, like they said. I should go find her."

"You don't even know where she is," he argued.

"Which is why I said I'm going to find her." She was set on this, and he knew it. The firmness in her voice announced it loud and clear.

"I still don't think that it's a good idea," he said.

"I don't care," Izzie argued back. "I have to. It's my fault she isn't here."

"It's not your-"

"Why don't you just get some rest, okay? I'm going to go. I'll be back later."

"But Izzie-"

She left without another word.

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Meredith looked around in what was a kind of amazement. She hadn't been back here in such a long time. It was almost scary. It was like the ghost of Derek or something. The ghost of what his life had been.

She tried to remember things that had happened here. Things that they had done, things they had said. But for some reason she couldn't. They had been haunting her for so long, and they had been just a few hours ago. But now that she was here they seemed so distant. Like it had all been a dream. She wasn't even completely sure how she had gotten here or why she was here at all. But she had been driven here by some mental pull. And now she was here, but nothing had helped her. It made it worse. It made her forget.

She heard someone pull up from far away, like maybe she was dreaming and in real life there was a car pulling up right beside her. She didn't turn to see who it was. She didn't care. She was trying to think too much. Trying to remember. Something.

"Mer?" she heard a far away voice call to her. Meredith pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned around. She saw Izzie standing there, looking nervous.

"I can't...remember," Meredith said, and she sounded uncertain.

"Remember what?" Izzie asked cautiously.

"Him, us," she said, looking around. "It was all I could think about. And now that I'm here...it was like it was all a dream. Was it all a dream?"

"No," Izzie answered.

Meredith looked at her for a moment. She then turned away and looked up at the sky.

"I don't know-" She paused to think for a moment. "I don't understand what's happening to me."

"I don't know either," Izzie said awkwardly. She was silent for a moment. "I think you should come back with me. People are looking for you."

"Why?" Meredith asked, looking confused.

"They were worried that you would do something," Izzie said carefully.

"What would I do?" Meredith asked. Izzie stared at her for a moment.

"Never mind," she said. "Let's just go. Being here isn't doing you any good."

"No," Meredith agreed, looking around at the land that had once been Derek's. "I don't think so either."

She walked past Izzie, who was still afraid that she'd suddenly lash out on her. She was afraid to even get in the car with her. But she collected herself and also looked around before she went back to the car and got in along with Meredith. So they could go back to the hospital and take things from there. Because she had no idea what to do.