Hi everyone! I know its been a really long time since I updated, but I finally have time to write now. So anyway I never got to thank people for reviewing chapter 17 so I'll do that now: Mcalison, gizziefan118, mimimarie, lonely, mistysparks, and Lemons. And thank you mimimarie for reviewing my A/N, I appreciate it. I really do appreciate and love every single review I get. It makes me very happy and definitely encourages me to continue writing. So thank you to those that take the time to review. Well with that said, here is the next chapter. I hope you all like it and please please review and tell me what you think. :-)
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Chapter 18
Izzie was lying in her hospital bed, staring at the wall, wishing she could go back in time and do so many things differently. She felt that there were still so many things that she needed to do, but now wouldn't have the time or the energy. She wanted to go to Paris and see the Ifle tower, go to Egypt to see the pyramids, meet her daughter, marry George and have kids. She just wanted to live. Was that too much to ask for? She wanted to become a brilliant surgeon. She wanted to continue doing what she loved; helping people, saving lives. But how could she do that if she couldn't even save her own?
She sighed deeply, wanting to be able to fall asleep. Yes, part of her wanted to never sleep again, but the other part of her wanted to just give up and sleep forever. Forever. Soon, she would be sleeping forever. She knew she shouldn't think like that, but how else was one to think when they knew they had no more than 3 months left to live?
She heard the door open, but didn't bother to look to see who it was. She felt someone sit softly on the bed behind her and knew it was George.
"Are you awake?" he asked quietly.
Izzie waited a moment before turning her head to look at him. She wasn't really in the talking mood, but couldn't just ignore him.
"Hey," he said smiling slightly, looking down at her.
"Hi," she mouthed, finding it difficult to talk.
"How are you?" he asked, rubbing his thumb on her head.
"Okay," she whispered. "Did you find out about that little girl?" she asked, just now remembering.
George smiled and nodded.
"Yes, she's fine," he said.
Izzie stared at him, wanting to know the specifics.
"Well she broke her arm, but Callie fixed her up so she is going to be fine," he said as if it were perfectly okay.
"And the mother?" she asked.
George but his lips and looked down.
"She has a broken rib cage and they had the take her into surgery to take a piece of bone out that was lodged into her ribs," he said carefully.
"Oh god," she said, looking away, feeling tears well up in her eyes.
"Izz, its not your-"
"Don't even say it George. It is my fault. If I had been more responsible, this would have never happened," she said, feeling incredibly guilty.
George sat there in silence, not knowing what to say to her. He didn't think she should blame herself like this. It was an accident. Accidents happened. Its not like she had been drinking and driving or something. She had had an uncontrollable pain and her foot jerked, that was all. Yes, the people had been injured, but they were going to be fine.
"Are they still here?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," he said, knowing where this was going.
"Take me to them George," she said, sitting up.
"Izzie, I don't think that's a good idea," he said, moving to stop her.
"George, right now I don't care what you think. I have to tell them what happen. I have to see if theres anything I can do," she said, trying to sand up.
"Fine, but you're going in a wheelchair," he said, leaving the room.
Izzie sighed, getting irritated, but obeying none the less.
George returned with a wheelchair, and Izzie sat in it.
"I can walk you know," she commented as he pushed her toward the elevator.
"Yes, I know you can, but its better if you don't," he added as he pushed the button.
Izzie got more nervous by the second. She had no idea what she was going to say to these people. What if they hated her? What would she do then? Maybe it would make her feel better if they hated her; after all she did deserve it.
George stopped outside a room and knocked softly on the door. He went in and came back out a moment later.
"Ready?" he asked Izzie.
Izzie breathed deeply and nodded, before George pushed her into the room. Izzie saw the little girl sitting on the bed next to her mother, looking at Izzie curiously. George put the stopper on the wheelchair and thought it best to leave while they talked.
Izzie waited a moment before talking.
"I just wanted to," she paused briefly. God what was she doing here? She didn't know what to say to these people.
"You're the one that hit us?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Izzie said, looking down, feeling ashamed.
"What were you thinking? Did you not see the red light?" the woman asked.
"Yes, I did…" Izzie said. "It was an accident, I'm so sorry," she said, trying not to cry.
"Well what were you doing? Talking on your phone probably," she said rudely, combing her daughter's hair with her fingers.
"I'm really sorry, I never meant for you two to get hurt. I feel terrible," she said, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"Well you should!" the lady yelled.
A moment later, the door opened and George walked in, looking extremely angry.
"Listen ma'am, I know you and your daughter have been through a lot today, but that doesn't give you the right to yell at her. She came in here to apologize to you, and all you can do is yell at here?" he yelled.
"Excuse me?" the lazy said looking offended.
"Will you give her a chance to explain herself before treating her like a criminal?"
"I don't think so," the woman said. "She deserves to be locked up. What was she thinking going through that light? She could have killed us!" she yelled.
"Let me tell you something," he said, looking livid "Not long ago, she was diagnosed with stage IV cervical cancer. She had been having a strange pain lately, so she decided to go to the hospital to get it checked out. On her way there, she had a pain and her foot jerked, and pressed on the accelerator. Then she was brought into the hospital, unconscious. And then they discovered that the cancer has spread to her liver and has even less time to live. And you know what she thought about the entire time she has been here? Your daughter! That's all she was worried about; whether your daughter was alright or not. So instead of yelling at her and condemning her, maybe you should actually give her a chance to apologize!" George took a deep breath and looked down at Izzie.
She looked at him with appreciation before looking back at the woman.
The woman looked completely taken a back. She was completely speechless. After she finally soaked everything in, she spoke.
"I- I'm so sorry. I had no idea," she said, feeling completely ashamed of herself.
"It's alright," Izzie said.
"No, it isn't. I'm trying to teach my daughter to be a forgiving and understanding person and here I am, jumping to conclusions," she said, looking down.
"It's really alright," Izzie said. "I just wanted to come to apologize and ask if there was anything I could do for you," she said, looking at the two of them.
"Thank you, it is appreciated, but I don't think there's anything you can do," the lady said, attempting a smile.
Izzie nodded and was about to tell George to take her to her room, when the little girl stood up.
"Are you really dying?" she said in a small voice.
Izzie looked at her in shock, before glancing at her mother.
"Isobel," she said, grabbing her daughter's unbroken arm.
Izzie looked at the mother for a moment.
"I'm sorry, her name's Isobel?" she asked.
The mother looked at her and smiled slightly.
"Yes."
Izzie smiled at the little girl.
"You know what?"
"What?" the little girl asked, walking towards Izzie.
"My name is Isobel too," she said smiling.
"Really?" the little girl said, sounding excited.
"Yeah, but my friends call me Izzie," she said as the little girl stopped in front of her.
"Izzie? That's sounds funny," she said, wrinkling her nose.
Izzie laughed.
"Yeah, I guess it kind of does," she said smiling at her.
The little girl smiled at her before looking at her mommy.
"Will we ever see Izzie again?" she asked.
The mother looked at Izzie briefly, knowing that they wouldn't.
"I don't know dear, maybe someday,"
The girl smiled and looked at Izzie.
"Okay, you can play barbies with me. I'll even let you play with my favorite one," she said.
Izzie had to fight really hard not to cry.
"You promise?" she asked, choking up.
"A huh," the girl said and gave Izzie a hug.
"Okay," she said as she hugged her back. She let go of her and watched her walk over to her mom as George started to push her out of the room.
"Bye," she said, waving at the little girl.
"Bye, see you later!" the girl called out.
As soon as they were out of the room Izzie put her head in her hands and began to cry.