Chapter 40
Izzie's POV
All I want is to do sleep, sink down into the soft blankets of my bed and let my body relax. It has been a very hard day, starting with the fact that I felt like everyone was talking about me. When I walked into a room everyone stared, when I left the whispering would start. I cornered Olivia in the stairwell this afternoon and asked what the hell was going on. I knew people would be talking about me after leaving Mark for Alex, but I didn't think it would be to this extent. Olivia rambled, something about not knowing what I was talking about and insisted she hadn't heard anything as I loomed over her. My pager went off before I could get any real information out of her. I spent the rest of the day in surgery.
My body aches all over and I feel exhausted. I kick off my shoes and climb the steps. The lights are off and I think maybe Alex is asleep, especially if his day was anything like mine. "Hey, I thought you'd never get home." His voice is low, sexy. If I wasn't so tired I'd be so turned on just from hearing his voice.
"I thought you would be asleep, how was your day?" I ask. In the soft light of the room I can see a brief smile. I push my jeans down over my hips and let them drop to the floor
"Boring, incredibly boring." He chuckles, I'm sure there is a story behind that laugh but right now I just want to rest. "You alright Iz?" I tug my shirt up over my head and toss it to the floor; I'll pick it up in the morning.
"I'm fine, just tired. Do you mind if we just go to sleep?" I say as I climb into the bed next to him, his arms wrap around me. He pulls me closer to him, covering me with the blanket.
"Get some sleep; you look like you need it. We can talk over breakfast in the morning." He kisses my cheek and I quickly drift off to sleep.
The next morning I fight to open my eyes, it's almost like I have been weeks without sleep. My hand reaches for Alex's side of the bed, its empty and the smell of brewed coffee, greasy sausage and eggs makes my stomach turn. I tighten my jaw and swallow, trying to push aside the sick feeling. "Izzie, you look like you're gonna get sick." I hadn't even realized that he was back in the room. "How long have you felt like this?"
His hand covers my forehead, holding it there for a moment before brushing the hair away from my face. "Last night…" I swallow again.
"You felt this way last night?" He asks, clearly concerned.
"No, last night before I came home….I treated a kid with the flu, he puked all over me. I must've caught it." I knew I should've just come home, but no I had to be nice and cover for Cristina so she could get in on that heart transplant she went on about.
"I'll call the hospital; you shouldn't be going in today."
"I've got to go…I've got a…" I struggle to sit up, ignoring the fact that the room is spinning.
"Whoa…You are not going anywhere. You need to rest." His strong arms guide me back down to the bed and I know it is useless to try, there is no way he's gonna let me leave the house in this condition, not that I would get further than the bathroom.
After covering me back up he lifts the tray of food he must have brought in here and leaves the room. I'll close my eyes for a minute, just a minute…..