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Taking Over Me part 3
The next day dawned cold and gloomy. Izzie hadn't said much to Mer or Alex at home; she spent time away from everyone in her room trying to figure out what she was going to do. She went to work feeling nervous, as though she expected someone to jump out and attack her. Well, she pretty much did.
She closed her locker door with a yawn; she hadn't slept well the night before. She saw George standing next to her.
"What?" she said impatiently.
"So what was that about last night?" he asked seriously.
"What are you talking about?" she said distractedly.
"In the parking lot."
She stared at him for a moment then looked away.
"I don't know what-"
"Don't give me that," he said at once. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. So who is that guy? Why are you so afraid of him?"
"I'm not afraid of anybody," she said firmly. "Now if you'll excuse me-"
He grabbed her arm as she walked around him. "Tell me what's going on. I mean it. I want to help."
"You have nothing to help me with," she said in an undertone. "Now I'm serious George. Just let me go."
She pulled away from him and walked out of the room.
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"Hello? Did you hear me?"
"What?" Izzie said, falling back into reality.
"I was talking to you," Bailey said in an angry tone.
"Sorry," Izzie said, "I was just-"
"You need to get your head out of the clouds, Stevens," Bailey snapped.
"Yes," Izzie said. "I'm sorry."
Bailey gave her a cold look then went back to evaluation.
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"Meredith!" George said, catching up to her in the hallway.
"Hey," she said.
"Have you talked to Izzie?" he asked.
"Talked to her?" she asked. "Since-?"
"Well, last night," George said.
"Um- well she really didn't say much last night. She went to bed early."
"Was she acting- I don't know- different from usual?"
"I don't know," Mer said, looking curious. "Why? Is something going on?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he said. "So tell me if she says anything, okay?"
"Okay," she said slowly.
"Thanks," George said. "I'll see you later."
"Alright," she said, and they parted ways.
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"Hey Iz," Alex said, sitting down next to her in the empty hallway.
"Hey," she said back, not looking up from the charts she was going over.
"You've been quiet," he said. "Any reason why?"
"No," she said shortly. "I've just been busy, that's all."
"I see," he said thoughtfully. "We're going out to Joe's tonight. You coming with?"
"Yeah, sure," she said, thinking some nice alcohol might help her lighten up a bit.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" he asked.
"Will you stop asking me that?" she said rather loudly. He stared at her.
She looked embarrassed but ignored it.
"I have work to do."
"Fine," he said, and got up and walked away.
She felt bad for yelling at him, but she was getting tired of them hovering over her. She wasn't a child. She could take care of herself. She knew that she couldn't have them find anything out. She was still upset that George had seen her and Al last night. That was a big no-no. she knew George wouldn't drop it. She wished she knew what to do. But she didn't.
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The rest of the day passed slowly for her. Neither George nor Alex said anything again, which she was very grateful for. She was relieved when the end of the day came and she could relax and maybe have a good time without angry residents or nosy friends.
Mer, Cristina, Alex and George were already in the locker room when she got there. She opened her locker, thankful that no one had said anything to her.
Something fell out of her locker. She looked down at the ground. It was a note of some kind. She picked it up off the floor. She scanned over it with a sinking heart.
I'm glad (and I'm sure you are too) that you've kept your mouth shut about me. You're playing along very nicely. I am beginning to enjoy myself, though I know that I have much more fun to come up with still. I hope that you are enjoying my visit as much as I am. I'll see you later, and we can talk more.
And don't say anything about this. I'll know if you do before you even walk out of this hospital.
Yours truly,
Al"Iz!"
She jumped, shoved the note in her locker, and slammed it shut.
"Yeah?"
"Are you ready to go?" Mer asked.
"Yeah, in a minute," she said with a forced smile.
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Izzie was mostly silent as she sat next to Meredith at the end of the bar. George kept on shooting her looks, but she didn't notice it. She stirred her drink over and over, waiting for the day to end. For everything to end.
No one said anything to her. They figured she'd snap if they did (Alex had warned them.)
So they let her deal with whatever on her own.
Her phone rang. She sighed and looked at it. She didn't recognize the number. Her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated, then answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi there."
She looked at the others. They didn't notice anything. She stood up and walked away to a quieter place.
"How'd you get this number?"
"How do I do anything?"
She looked over at her friends again. "What do you want?"
"Just to talk," Al said innocently.
"Yeah that's great for you," she said. "I'm busy-"
"Standing in a corner?"
Her heart skipped a beat again. She looked around.
"Where are you?"
"That's for me to know," he said.
"I can't do this," she said pleadingly. "Just-" she closed her eyes. "I don't have time for this. Goodbye."
"Don't hang up on me."
She did.
