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So here we go, Chapter 2..still covered with the bleakness of not owning jack but my imagination…
I tried very hard to be the strong one.
I had made up my mind.
I would let them drill a hole in my hip. I would give of myself once more to my baby. Most importantly, I would learn to do this on my own. I had to. We were talking life and death, here. And, frankly, I didn't have much else in the way of choices.
But, new, determined, Izzie…she couldn't help but wonder on as they prepped her.
I spoke strictly to the few involved that no one was to know. However, I secretly wished that George would know. That somehow the BFF bat signal would let loose a blast of light and lead him to this cold hard table. If anything, I am a dreamer. A dreamer sleeping deep past everything that made George no BFF of mine…at least not anymore.
The bitter taste of reality slipped onto my tongue , and I grit my teeth in determination. I would and could do this alone. I glanced up to Bailey and gave her a grimace of "Go".
In a flash, the doors flew open like a beacon as the dull whirl of the drill began.
George…my George…he was here!
My heart leapt to my throat even as I tried to force it back down to my toes where it had sunk long ago.
But I just couldn't.
He was here.
A cold determination painted on his face as he rushed towards me and invaded my space. For this one moment it wasn't about all the wrongs or fights, but why I hadn't told him straight up. As if there was no reason to give it a second thought. My meek and mild George was commanding Bailey away. In all ways he was assuming his role as my one and only. Impossible as it was, he was there to hold my hands and validate all of my concerns. No wonder I keep finding myself falling harder and harder everyday for him.
With him by my side it was nothing. The drill whizzed and bore, I gave and bled, but I was floating comfortably somewhere between us. More than forced, obligated, or determined, I was brave with George within a breaths distance. He was all warmth and gentleness, becoming more intimate with me putting on my clothing than any man before had become stripping me bare.
Then BAM.
More than a chill, an absolute frost came across. My George had left the building, and he was going to send me the equivalent of a hospital bellhop to send me on my way.
Seriously.
The shock kept me frozen in my spot until he rushed back in to my side. The fact that he could not leave me once and for all, gave me enough hope that we could survive. And despite the fact that Hannah would not see me, He took me to her window. He told me how brave and beautiful she looked. Even as he compared her to me in the most awful, embarrassing ways, but it still dawned a hope in me for Hannah.
While we shared giggles and cheek kisses, I once again forgot all about her.
Callie.
His…wife.
I didn't know she was in the hallway waiting for him. If I did, I would've felt bad.
Maybe.
But if I knew what was to come, I would have definitely felt bad. Only in that Old-Izzie way. Bad, bad, bad, for myself and the predicament I had fell into…
