So, who had a complete aneurysm after Thursday night's episode? The end, with Alex and Izzie? I jumped up and down for about five minutes straight :) I'm sorry, but I'm just about to go over to my friend's house so I don't have time to answer any reviews, but I will in the next chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who is reading the story, whether they are providing feedback or not, I really appreciate it!
Have a good weekend everyone.
"She's gone," Izzie said quietly, admist Cristina and Alex arguing about who was stuck with the crappier patient. "Gone," she said, a little louder this time.
"What?" Cristina said to Izzie absentmindedly.
"Molly. She went back to Social Services. We went into her room today, and she was just.. gone."
Cristina and Alex stopped arguing. Cristina took a sip of her water, while Alex scooched closer to Izzie. "I thought.. I was.." Izzie's face reddened.
"Iz, what?" Alex asked.
"It's stupid," she said. "I just thought that she'd stay for a while, and then she'd get a new heart and after a while, if no one had gotten her, from Social Services.. that I might adopt her. Or something. Only now she's gone." Izzie shrugged and bit a small corner off her pizza.
"Iz.." Alex said.
Izzie bit her tounge and took another bite of her pizza. "It's fine. I have to go," she said, standing up abruptley, chucking her pizza into the garbage can. She quickly tied her blonde hair into a messy bun and then headed for Jacob Simon's room, all the while trying to pretend like she could care less about the five year old girl with the broken heart.
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"Hey! Hey. You!" A lady with dramatic blonde curly hair waved her manicured nails at Izzie.
"Yes?" Izzie said, taking in a deep breath. "May I help you?"
"Well, why the hell not," the lady laughed, as though she'd just told Izzie the funniest joke. "Do you mind if I light one?" She asked, holding up a cigarette.
"Yes," Izzie said. "I do mind. You're not allowed to smoke on hospital property, ma'am."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Man, you people are tight."
"Is that all?"
The woman shook her head and stared longingly at Jacob's empty bed. "Where's my husband?"
"Are you Lucille?"
The woman looked surprised. "No. I'm Katerina. Who the hell is Lucille?"
"Oh," Izzie said quickly. "I must be mixed up with a different patient. Katerina, your husband is in for a CAT scan, to make sure he doesn't have any brain damage."
Katerina nodded. "What happened to him exactly? No one in this goddamn hospital will tell me anything."
"Mrs. Simons, your husband's car was driven off a cliff. He fell sixty feet, and is still unconscious."
"Will he be alright?" Katerina asked.
"We hope so. Doctor Shepard, probably the best neurosurgeon in the country, is taking very good care of your husband. We'll let you know any updates as soon as they come," Izzie assured Katerina.
"Alright," Katerina fumbled with her cigarette. "Listen, I'm gonna go out for a minute, okay? I'll be back."
Izzie nodded. "Okay."
Katerina left the hotel room, and Izzie sunk deep into the chair that Katerina had been occupying. "Um.. Doctor Stevens?" Jimmy, one of Izzie's interns, was standing cautiously at the hospital door. "Ms. Voigt, she wants you to talk her through her surgery, before she goes in. She's very worried," Jimmy said.
"Surgeons do not say um, Manders," Izzie said, standing up.
"Okay," Jimmy nodded. "No more um. Got it."
Izzie stared for a moment, half concerned, at Jimmy, before leaving the room to find Ms Voigt.
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"Iz?" Meredith said, giggling. "Derek!" She said. "Stop it. The phone's still on," she informed him.
"Yeah?" Izzie called.
"Someone's on the phone for- Derek!" Meredith burst into another fit of giggles.
"Got it," Izzie said, cringing. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Isobel Stevens?"
"Yes, it is," Izzie muted the TV.
"This is Karen Zwakenburg calling from Social Services. I'm calling in regards to Molly Nolan? She's five years old, she was recently in Seattle Grace Hospital, she said that you were her doctor and-"
"Yeah," Izzie said softly. "That's me."
"Okay. I just wanted to tell you that you seem to have worked wonders with Molly. She was always so quiet, she wouldn't talk to anyone and when she did.. well," Karen laughed one of those fake high pitched laughs, "it wasn't always the kindest things."
"Molly Nolan?" Izzie said in surprise. "She was so sweet when I was with her."
"Yes, well that's what I'm calling about. She's talking now, talking to everyone, and she's just the nicest little girl. You'd hardly believe it, if you knew what she was like before, it's a complete transformation. We owe it all to you, we're just so grateful," Karen said. "And we just thought you'd like to know that Molly's coming back to Seattle Grace in three days."
"Is she okay?" Izzie asked.
"Oh yes, she's wonderful. You see," Karen's voice trembled, with excitement or tears, Izzie could not tell. "They've found her a heart."
"Ohh," Izzie breathed. Her face broke into a smile. "Oh," she said again. "That's so wonderful. Will you tell her, please, how happy I am for her? And that I look forward to seeing her. That's amazing," Izzie said.
"I certainly will. She's very excited to see you too. It's very nice to talk to you, Isobel. Please come visit Molly anytime you like."
Izzie said goodbye and hung up. She unmuted the TV. She knew she should be happy. She should be absoloutely over the moon thrilled. And she was, a huge part of her was. But another part couldn't help thinking of Denny. And how he'd died just after getting his heart. The seventeen year old boy that had been in a week ago. His body had rejected the heart. He'd died two days after. Izzie closed her eyes. She wanted Molly to get this heart. She really did. But she didn't want anything bad to happen to her. And she wanted that more than she wanted her to get a new heart.
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"Molly's coming back," Izzie announced to George, seemingly out of the blue.
George studied Izzie for a second. "That's good, right?" He asked uncertainly, tipping his beer bottle back into his mouth.
"Yeah," she said. "They found her a heart. Which is good."
"It must be pretty bad," Geroge said. "For her to get a heart. Sometimes it takes years."
"I know," Izzie murmured. "It is pretty bad," she corrected him. "I don't think," Izzie pieced her words together carefully, "that if something happens to her. I don't think that I can.. that I could get through that. Again. With Denny I.. it still hurts, George. I think that people forget that it hurts, but it does and if she.. if the heart doesn't work or if she.. gets sick.. I don't know."
George nodded and nudged Izzie gently. "I know," he said. "I don't forget, Iz. About Denny."
"Okay," Izzie said. "Thanks, George."
"What? For the beer?" George joked.
"Nah," Izzie smiled. "For everything. You were.. I don't know were, are, my best friend. And you were there a lot, more than I was there for you. And I don't really think.. that I ever said thank you."
"You didn't have to, Iz," George said. "That isn't the kind of thing you have to say thank you for. I mean.. if I saved your life, that might be worth a thank you. But just being a friend? That comes with the package."
Izzie sighed, and smiled, a little sadly. "You're cheesy, George. But I like it."
"Alright," George said. "Cheesy's good with me."
Izzie relaxed a little and asked Joe for another beer.
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"Stevens," Bailey said. "Molly is back. She's getting the new heart tomorrow afternoon. She needs to have a couple of tests done first, I'd like you to go to her room and do that, but more than anything, reassure her. She's only five, Stevens, she's scared and she's getting a new heart tomorrow."
"Yes, Doctor Bailey."
"And Stevens?"
Izzie turned around on her heel. "Yep?"
"Social Services called the hospital. Good work."
"Thank you," Izzie said. She tried not to let Doctor Bailey see the huge smile that spread across her face.
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"Boo!" Izzie said. She jumped into Molly's room, her hands behind her back.
Molly jumped a little, and smiled excitedly. "Izzie!" She said. Izzie noticed a change in Molly. Her breath was raspy, her face even paler than before. She reminded Izzie of Denny, just before the surgery. Molly held out her arms to Izzie.
"I've got a surprise for you," Izzie said in a sing song voice.
"Bleech. I haate surprises," Molly said teasingly.
"It's a good surprise. Pinky promise with cherries on top."
"Ookay."
Izzie took her hands from behind her back and produced Wesley. Molly's mouth fell open. "Wesley!" She cried. She took the bear in her arms and hugged him tightly, planting numerous kisses on the top of his head. Molly turned to Izzie and hugged her, Wesley's head under Izzie's armpit. "Thank you Izzie," Molly said. "And also, I'm sorry. For gettin' mad at you. It wasn't very nice."
"It's okay, Molly. Sometimes we all do things that aren't very nice."
"I'm getting a heart, right Izzie?" Molly asked. "That's what Karen told me, and she said it was gonna make me better, and I could run around like all the other kids," Molly smiled, revealing a space where a tooth once was.
"That's right."
"So it'll make me all better? For sure for sure!"
"Well Moll.. not for sure for sure. Probably, but sometimes things happen with the heart. Like maybe sometimes the heart doesn't like the body it's in, so it won't always work."
Molly bit her lip. "Oh," she said.
"But it probably will. I bet you anything, this heart will make you all better, just like Karen says."
"When the accident happened," Molly said, "a doctor and a social worker told me that my Mommy and Daddy would probably get all better. But they didn't. Probably isn't always very good," Molly said softly.
Izzie was going to say she was sorry, when she remembered that Molly hated that. "Moll," Izzie said. She reached over and squeezed her arm. "I wish that had never happened to you," she said, which was a round about way of saying sorry, but Molly was only five.
"I know. Me too," Molly said. She smiled at Izzie. "So, when the heart works, you'll be able to take me to the park? And I won't feel all icky sicky after?"
"That's right," Izzie said. "You could run a marathon if you wanted, all around Seattle. And you'd feel just fine."
Molly sighed contetedly. "That sounds nice," she sounded the way Izzie's mom used to sound, when she talked about winning the lottery. "Someday, Cricket," she said to Izzie, "I'm gonna win with one of my scracth cards, and I'll buy us a big house, just like them rich people. And you'll have all the dresses you want."
"It sure does," she exclaimed. "So how's Mister Wesley doing?"
"Well, he was a little mad at first," Molly explained, "about me throwin' him out. But he's okay now, 'cause he knows I only did it in a fit of rage." Molly giggled. "That's something Michael, at Social Services says. He sometimes goes a little koo koo, and then after he says sorry, that he did it in a fit of rage."
"You're somethin'," Izzie laughed.
"Yep. I know. So are you. You're sumpthin'."
"Sumfking."
"Someythingey. I win," she said,
"Fine," Izzie put her hands up in surrender. "You win."
"I always win the Word Game," Molly told Izzie. "Always always always. Falways."
Izzie stuck her tounge out at Molly and stared down at her pager, which was beeping. "Listne Moll," she said, "I have to go. One of my silly interns needs me. But how about I bring you some dinner later on? And maybe a couple of books? With pictures in them."
"Okay," Molly smiled and wrapped her arms around Izzie. "See ya soon. Wesley says thanks again for rescuin' him from my fit of rage."
Izzie smiled and shook Wesely's hand. "You're very welcome," she told him. "Bye, Molly."
"Bye, Izzie."
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Izzie was in the gallery, her heart pounding. She tried to think of other things. Of elephants, muffins, a toaster. But she couldn't. She just kept staring at the table, where Molly was lying, her eyes closed and her chest open. It was Doctor Shepard and Cristina down there, operating on her. Izzie had wanted to scrub in, but she knew that it was probably a better idea not to. The gallery door opened up and Meredith walked in.
"Izzie," she said, "there you are."
"Yeah."
"How's it going?" Meredith asked, sitting down besie Izzie.
"I think.. it's going okay," she said.
"She'll be alright Iz," Meredith said.
"You don't know that. Not for sure."
"Yeah, you're right. But I do know.. that they wouldn't allow a little five year old girl, who has no parents, really has nobody until you came along, to die. Maybe an old woman, who's married and has love all around her, blah blah blah. But not Molly."
"But it happens all the time," Izzie whispered. "Kids die. It's the good people that die, Mere, not that bad ones. How many times do you hear of serial rapists dying from cancer? It doesn't make any sense, how that works."
Meredith nodded. "I know. It doesn't make any sense. But sometimes, a lot of the time actually, things just don't make sense. We're doctors. That's the way it goes."
Izzie's pager went off. "Shit," she said, standing up. "It's Jacob Simons." Izzie bit her lip.
"I'll stay," Meredith offered. "I'll page you if- when it's over."
"Thanks Mere," Izzie said, smiling.
"No problem, Iz."