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Taking Over me part 10
Izzie stood in complete shock and fear. She looked at the car. He waved from inside, then sped off. She ran out to where Callie was.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "I need some help out here!" she called desperately.
She looked back down at Callie, her heart racing. She knew she shouldn't have said anything.
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"What happened?" Bailey demanded as they brought Callie in.
"It was a hit and run," Izzie said nervously. "It happened so quickly-"
"Did you see who it was?"
She stared at her. "No."
"Fine," Bailey said. "Go find O'Malley. Tell him, if he hasn't heard already."
"Okay," Izzie said, wishing that George could never find out. Bailey left to go see what was going on. Izzie reluctantly went the other way.
She found him as they passed in the hallway. She stopped, feeling very afraid.
"George."
He stopped and turned around.
"What?"
She looked at him, lost for words.
"Did your phone call go well?"
"George."
He saw the fear in her face. "What happened?"
She bit her lip. "It's Callie."
"What about Callie?"
She looked down.
"What about Callie?"
"She was-" she looked back up. "She was hit in the parking lot."
"Hit?"
"A car hit her," Izzie said, trying not to cry.
He stared at her. "What?"
"It was a hit and run," Izzie explained. "I don't know exactly how she is, Bailey told me to come find you."
George's face went from looking shocked to scared. He tore his eyes away from Izzie and ran past her. She leaned against the wall and cried.
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"They just drove off?"
"And you didn't see who it was?"
"No," Izzie said, feeling like the most terrible person alive. "It happened to quickly, and it was dark. I didn't get anything."
Silence fell upon them. She, Alex, Meredith and Cristina were waiting out in the hallway. They hadn't heard anything.
"Who would do that?" Mer asked no one in particular.
Al Chambers, Izzie thought.
"And no one else saw it?" Cristina asked.
"Not that I know of," Izzie said. She doubted anyone else did.
"It's horrible," Mer sighed. "I hope everything goes alright."
"Me too," Izzie sighed.
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They waited for a while. Izzie knew that this was her fault, and she knew that George would know too. She prayed that Callie would be all right. She wasn't ready to be a murderer. No wonder Al had let her go last night. He wouldn't want her to miss this.
George walked over too them. Izzie's heart raced again. They stood up.
"Is she alright?" Izzie asked at once.
He didn't look at her. "She's going to be fine."
Izzie hadn't felt this relieved in her life. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"That's great George," Meredith smiled.
"Yeah, it is," he said, allowing himself to smile too.
"Now that this is over," Cristina said, "I really have to go. I have wedding planning to do."
"Have fun with that," Alex said. She glared at him, said goodbye, and walked away.
"I should get going too," Mer said. "I'll be back in the morning. You can call us if you have to."
"Thanks," George said. "And thanks for being here."
"Of course," she said. She looked at Izzie. "Are you coming?"
She looked at George, who had been avoiding her eye contact. "Yeah. But don't wait for me."
"Okay," Mer said, and left too, Alex trailing behind her.
George and Izzie stood in silence. She waited for him to look at her, but he didn't.
"I'm glad she's okay," she said. "I was really worried."
"Because you know who did it," he asked, and finally looked at her. The look on his face made her heart drop. She didn't respond to what he said.
"So how long will she have to be in here?"
"Cut it out," he said firmly, and she did. "Tell me what happened."
"She got hit."
"I know that," he said impatiently. "He did it, didn't he?"
"George I'm sorry," she said tearfully. "I really am. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"I know you didn't," he said. "But that doesn't change anything. I know he did this. That's why you got that phone call. That's why you were there."
"George I tried to stop it," she said desperately.
"You could have stopped it from ever happening," he said, and she looked away. He walked up closer to her. "If you don't tell anyone, I will. And I am completely serious, Izzie. I'm not going to let you let him get away with this. Even if you didn't mean for this to happen."
He went back into the room.
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This was the end of the line, and she knew it. It couldn't go on any longer. She couldn't let anyone else get hurt because of her. She had to step up and do something. But she didn't know what. She didn't know how to stop him.
Well, there was one way. One way she wasn't sure she'd be able to do.
She came into the hospital the next morning, trying to figure out what she was going to say when George hunted her down. She of course hadn't told anyone, not yet. She was still trying to figure out how she could. Or if it was the best approach.
Callie had been moved to another room. She had been taking everything quite well, which George knew she would. She said she didn't remember seeing the person's face, she didn't even remember seeing the car. To her it came out of thin air. And George wasn't surprised.
He was on his way to get coffee when he ran into Izzie. She looked terrified at the sight of him, and he knew she hadn't said anything yet. He wasn't surprised about that either; he didn't expect her to.
"How's Callie doing?" she asked, trying to appear calm.
"Good," George responded. "So have you figured out when you're going to say something? Or will I have to?"
"You don't have to," she said at once. "I'll do it."
"Will you?" he said sarcastically. "I'm impressed."
"George-"
"I don't know how you do it," he said. "Live with yourself knowing that he's still on the street. Knowing what he did. Let him get away with it."
"He won't," Izzie said quickly.
"Rally?" George said. "I find that hard to believe, since you've let him get away with so many things."
"Now you should know why," she said, and instantly wish she hadn't. She sighed. "Look George, I'm going to take care of this."
"And how is that?"
She looked at him. "The way I have to."
She turned away from him, no longer wanting in on the conversation.
"What are you going to do?" he called after her.
She turned and looked at him.
"What I have to."
And she walked away.
