So I don't know if my last chapter sucker, or if you guys forgot about me, but I only got two reviews for my last chapter. How sad :( But I know you guys were still reading, which is great, as long as you're enjoying the story!

Izziefan: Thank you so much! I'm a massive fan of Izzie. She is my favorite character on the show, although a lot of people keep telling me how selfish she is, I don't see it at all! I hope we see more Meredith/Izzie friendship, I think they are two really good friends but it mostly seems to be Meredith and Cristina that they show as having the stronger friendship.

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"Izzziiiieee," Molly moaned. "Where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you," Izzie said. "Or else it won't be a surprise."

"But, you gotta tell me. I have ants in my pants. And I might explode, 'cause I hate surprises."

"Molly, this is a very good surprise. Trust me. And it's exciting, you want to keep it a surprise. Because you'll get to think about all the great things it could be."

"Is it an elephant?"

"No."

"Are you taking me to Florida?"

"No. Now put these on."

"Hold the bus. What are they?"

"Earmuffs. If you hear, it'll give away the surprise. You won't be able to hear or see, which might be a little scary, but trust me. It's worth it."

"Fiine." Molly giggled. Izzie slipped the earmuffs over Molly's ears and gently lifted her out of her wheelchair, putting her in the car and buckling up her seatbelt.

Izzie had asked the Chief for special permission yesterday, to take Molly to the park. At first, he'd said no, over and over. "Doctor Stevens," he said, "you do realize this is a working hospital. You have interns and multiple other patients? And while you are away, numerous things could happen to this little girl, and you will be held responsible for it? And do you also realize that if you are away and there is a crisis, if there are many surgeons needed for many surgeries, and you are not there when you are needed, that this is a problem?"

And then she'd warmed him up. "Doctor Webber," she'd said, "Molly Nolan is a five year old girl living in Social Services. Her parents are dead. She has no friends. Once a week, a woman named Candy takes them to the playground across the street, for thirty five minutes. There are two slides, a small jungle gym and a few swing sets. There are approximately forty kids taken to the park on that day. Kids that are older than Molly, bigger and stronger. Kids that will push her off the equipment because they want a turn. She's five, Chief, and she never gets to play."

Chief had taken a moment, a few moments actually, to think about this. "Fine, Stevens. But I swear, if anything happens to this little girl while you are away, there will be no second chances given. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

And now they were pulling up in front of the park. There were a few toddles their with their mothers, throwing sand at each other, a couple sitting on a bench, and a dog owner playing pass with her golden retriever, but apart from that, the park was empty. Izzie was glad that it was empty, because she wanted Molly to be able to play like a kid should.

Izzie took of Molly's earmuffs and undid the bandana. "Ta da," she said.

Molly's mouth dropped. She looked up at Izzie and a smile spread across her face. "Do.. do I get to play here?" She asked, disbeleif in her voice.

"You sure do."

Molly squealed and hugged Izzie tightly. "Thank you. It feels like I haven't been to the park in three billion years!" Molly exclaimed. Izzie laughed.

"Well go nuts."

And so Izzie played like Christmas and then some. She played tag, she played hide and seek, she played store and house and school. She chased Molly, pushed her on the swings, made choo choo trains with her down the slide. An hour later, she had a handful of paper scraps with phone numbers from mothers, each telling Izzie they were looking for a nanny. Izzie smiled. "I'm a doctor," she told them all.

"Well, in your free time you know... my Morgan, she's no trouble at all."

Izzie laughed and turned back to Molly. "You ready to go Moll?"

Molly nodded, a little out of breath and Izzie clapped her hand to her forehead. "Shit," she murmured. Morgan's mother raised her eyebrows and backed away.

"Molly? Can you breathe okay?"

Molly held up her index finger. "Just... wait. A second," she panted.

Izzie bent down so she was eye to eye with Molly. "I'm sorry," she said. She don't know how th the hell something like that managed to slip your mind, about Molly having cardiomyopathy and getting breathless after minor activites. Something as small as walking upstairs could leave you gasping for air.

Molly shook her head. "I'm fine Izzie. Don't worry."

"No, Molly, it's not fine. I should have known, not to. I shouldn't.."

"Izzie, you silly," Molly said, touching Izzie's cheek with her little fingers. "Don't cry."

Izzie laughed and took Molly's hand. "Alright. Let's go."

They got back in the car. "Hey, I don't hafta wear earmuffs do I?"

"No. You know we're going back to the hospital, so it won't be a big surprise."

"Alright." Molly sighed. "Thanks again, Izzie. I used to go to the park lots, before the accident, but after that.." Molly's sentance drooped off. "You know," she said softly. Izzie nodded.

"I know."

"I wish that it hadn't happened," Molly said. "I used to make bargains with God sometimes, and tell him that I wouldn't mind losin' all my hair and living on the street, and being poor and ugly, if he'd bring Mommy and Daddy back. Only, he didn't listen too good, 'cause they haven't come back yet." Molly sighed a little and flicked the window.

"I'm sorry."

"I hate when people say they're sorry." Molly said bluntly. "Because they didn't even do anything. Because sorry means I won't do it again."

Izzie nodded. "Okay."

"Anyway, I don't care," Molly told Izzie. "'Cause God is dumb. He doesn't listen to anybody."

Izzie figured there was more coming. She was right.

"Daddy used to take me to church every stinkin' Sunday and I hated it, only I never told him. But God is dumb. He does dumb stuff and makes dumb things happen." Molly kicked the back of Izzie's seat. "Sorry," she muttered.

"It's okay," Izzie said easily.

Molly stayed quiet for the rest of the ride home. Izzie wondered if the park had been such a good idea after all.

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Molly's Mommy used to watch soap operas. She watched them after dinner. They had funny names, like General Hospital and All My Children. Sometimes Molly sat on Mommy's lap and watched them with her, and Mommy used to put the TV on mute at the bad parts. Molly thought they were pretty stupid, but she never told Mommy, because Mommy liked them.

Seattle Grace Hospital sort of reminded Molly of a soap opera, not in a good way. There seemed to be people arguing a lot. There was always people being rushed in on stretchers, and doctors yelling things at other doctors. Sometimes there was other kids, but it was adults a lot of the time.

To Molly, Seattle Grace was a big soap opera, that wasn't silly like Mommy's were. Molly just wanted it to be over. She just wanted to leave. Not because she was crazy on going back to Social Services.

But she missed her own bed, and she missed real food. She missed other kids. And she was also jealous. Of Izzie, and her friends. Because even though Izzie was a grown up person, it seemed like she had an exciting life. She had friends, and she got to go places. And she was always happy.

Molly found it strange that Izzie could be so happy, and she could be so unhappy. A doctor ran by her room, yelling something about blue. Molly stuck her tounge out at him on the way past. "Haha," she said.

And then she threw Wesley across the room, because he couldn't talk anymore, and Lucy was right. He was just a stupid bear.

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"Hey!" Izzie said to Molly. She'd brought her a bar of chocolate, an Aero.

"Hi."

"Where's Wesley?"

"Wesley's stupid," Molly said. "I throwed him out."

"Why?" Izzie asked. "I thought he was in love with you."

"I made that up, Izzie. He's a teddy bear. He can't be in love with anybody."

"Sure he can," Izzie sat down on the chair beside Molly's bed.

"Nuh-uh."

"I brought you chocolate," Izzie said, offering the bar to Molly.

Molly shook her head. "I hate chocolate."

"Really?" Izzie said. "That's weird. I thought everyone loved chocolate."

"Nope." Molly shook her head.

"Okay," Izzie shrugged. "I guess I'll eat it," Izzie said, slowly unwrapping a corner of the chocolate bar. "Mmm. It smells yummy. Yummy, yummy chocolate. I can feel the bubbles! You sure you don't want any?"

"Yes," Molly said. She turned head head away, so that Izzie wouldn't see the tears that fell down her cheeks.

Izzie settled back into the chair and put the chocolate bar on the table. "Did you put Wesley in the garbage?"

Molly wiped her nose. "Yes."

"Do you want him back?"

"No Izzie. I don't want him back. Besides, my stupid Daddy gave me that bear, and he left me all alone, so I don't want it." The truth was, Molly wanted Wesley back more than she'd wanted anything in her life. "Can you please go away, Izzie? I'm very tired."

And when Molly heard Izzie leave, she cried, big sobs that made her hospital gown get wet. Because Molly hadn't really wanted Izzie to leave. She'd wanted her to stay, and tell her it was okay, that she'd get Wesley back and they would find her a heart and they'd bring her Mommy and Daddy back.

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"Jacob Simons, age thirty four, fell approximately sixty feet when his partner Lucille drove their car off the edge of a cliff. Is currently unconscious, possibly suffering from brain damage, has two broken legs, a broken arm, and is missing all his front teeth," Audrey, one of Izzie's interns, reported.

Izzie nodded, and led her interns into Molly's room, surprised to find that the hospital bed was empty. Her first thought, after being a doctor and cronic worrier, was that Molly was dead. "W-where is she?" Izzie asked, pretending like she couldn't care less.

"Molly Nolan went back to Social Services this morning, Doctor Stevens."

"What?"

"She went back," the intern said again. "To Social Services."

"I heard you the first time," she said coldly. "Do any of you know why?"

One of them shrugged. Audrey offered, "She didn't need to be here anymore. She's only five, Doctor Stevens, maybe she got lonely."

"Yes, Vreeland, I believe I'm aware that the patient is only five years old. She was, after all, my patient.Let's go."

Audrey made a face behind Izzie's back and jabbed Carl in the shoulder. "I saw that, Vreeland."