Duncan smirked,"This girl right here is the one for me, anyway." Steffany looked up at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Right back at yuh, babe." She stood up and walked over towards Miranda. "You tried to steal my boyfriend? That's the last straw! Everyone was right about you, you are a whore! A dirty slut. I love him, and you know i did, and yet you try to steal him anyway? What kind of friend does that make you, hm? I should have listened to everyone when they told me not to be your friend, they all know what you did. Hell, I know what you did, but I thought you could change. Just forget it, I know thats not possible for you now." All of a sudden Steffany took her hand and striked Miranda's face as hard as she could. "Concider this an end to our friendship."
Stone's mouth hung wide open, as did Duncan's. Duncan stood up and stood next to Steffany, grabbing her arm while walking away. "That was hot, and thought through well. I would have done the same thing, if she wasn't a girl." He whispered in her ear and then kissed her head. Steffany smirked, "I should have done that a long time ago, it felt good to tell her what everyone thought straight to her face." Duncan picked her up and cradled her, carrying across the room, kissing her.
..::Chapter Twenty::.
Izzie's eyes slowly started opening, she blinked repeated times until her eyelids were able to stay open. She awoke to a small hospital room, everything was white except a small black television set that just hung from the ceiling's wall. She turned her head to see a bouquet of flowers sitting on a nearby table. The flowers were held in a crystal glass vase with water filled about half way from the top. The flowers were roses, her by far favorite flower. She shifted her eyes towards her arm which was covered in plastic tubes from an IV. All that was left to hear was the beeping coming from the nearby monitor that watched over her heart beat. She could hear the footsteps of a person walking down the hall outside of this small room.
The young women stopped in front of the door and picked up the patient information papers, and peered through the door's window. "She's awake!" She gasped and ran towards the other, quieter voices. More and more footsteps came through the echoing hallway towards Izzie's door. The quiet voices became louder and louder, they were becoming clearer. A doctor finally arrived at my door, with the paranoid nurse standing right behind him he opened the door. He was wearing the traditional long, white doctors coat. He had 5 'o clock shadow, and had about 5 worry marks creasing on his forehead. He wasn't quite bald, he had very short, buzzed cut hair. He was African American and half japenese, and a very professional, nice looking man. "How are you feeling today, sweetie?" The man spoke in a caring tone. He flipped through the pages from his clipboard that he got from the room door. "I. . . I don't know? What happened to me? Am I. . . okay?" She examined her arm with the IV punctured through it.
"You're fine, dear. You just had a little accident. Do you remember anything that had happened three days ago?" The doctor gently smiled, encouraging her to try her best to remember just those few days ago. "I. . . I was on a case, of this sick murderer. And there was. . . Harry Potter!" She jumped up from her hospital bed. "Calm down, lay back and relax." His forehead creased with worry. Harry Potter? He thought. Very strange, this could be worse than I thought. Hallucinations? Paranoia? This isn't good. Maybe this is more than a coma? His thought's bounced around his mind. "Harry Potter?" He questioned. "Yeah, there was this kid that worked at Starbucks named Derek, he looked just like Harry Potter. He was really cool!" A huge grin crossed upon her face. He chuckled, "Oh, I was beginning to worry that you have developed hallucinations."
Izzie giggled "No, I'm almost positive it wasn't a hallucination." She winked and started giggling again as her face started turning red. The doctor flushed and looked into her somber, brown eyes. He's never seen such dazzling eyes before, It's as if God took two night stars and placed them gently in her eyes. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat, I can't do this, she's my patient. I can't be flirting like this, I could lose my job. It's not worth it. The doctor kept telling himself this over and over again, but he couldn't believe it. He knew she was worth it, He wanted her to be worth it. "Well if you need anything, My names Dr. Anderson, James Anderson. But since you're special," He teased, "You can call me James." He grinned and tucked his hands into his doctors coat. Izzie fluttered her eyelashes, "Oh I will, James." He shuddered as she said her last word. She had spoken his name so seductively. He felt the need to just kiss her passionately on the lips, and wrap her in his arms while acknowledging that she was his only one. He wanted to love her forever.
He stuttered, "W-well if you e-ever n-need anything you can just. . . ask." He turned away from her snickering eyes. Wow, I can't even talk straight around her. I'm such an idiot, that was so embarrassing. She probably won't even look at me now without laughing. He sighed. He was walking down the halls of the hospital, his footsteps were echoing behind him. He watched the doors fly by as he was walking past them, each were either some little kid screaming because he was getting a shot, or people crying because they just found out they have a life threatening disease. Sometimes I really hate my job. He thought. He slowly walked into the break room and took off his jacket. "I'm going on my break!" He yelled towards the other staff members in the other room, he heard a quiet okay, as he began to put on his black colored sport coat and slipped on his black fedora above his head. He once again walked down those cold halls, just wandering for the exit door.
I just need some peace and quiet. I need to clear my head. What was I thinking? Flirting with a girl I just met? Thinking she was my only one? Not only that but she's my patient! Why have I never felt like this before? Is there something wrong with me? I don't feel sick. I can't control my emotions when I'm around her. . . And why am I asking so many questions, even worse I'm asking them to myself! James shrugged and slapped himself sharply on the face. Snap out of it, now. He shrugged. There were so many questions he was asking with no one to answer them. He took a lighter out of his pocket with a pack of cigarettes, and lit one up as he walked out of the hospital into a small alley. He was surrounded by not only quiet, but about four huge dumpsters, too. "Great, just my luck." He grumbled as he inhaled the first blob of smoke and slowly exhaled. He didn't smoke very often, just occasionally when he felt he needed to calm his nerves.
Suddenly he heard the door squeak open behind him. Standing there was nobody other then, of course, Izzie. James jumped up and dropped his cigarette. "Shit!" He scolded as he stepped on the cigarette with his shoe to put it out. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. . . Or make you drop your cigarette. . ." She glanced down at his shoe putting it out. "I just came over to ask you something because you said whatever I needed just to holler. But. . . " She trailed off, "Never mind. I think this is a bad time to ask you, sorry for bothering you!" She crookedly smiled as she turned around and started walking towards the exit door. "No! Wait, this isn't a bad time, I'm sorry you just startled me. I wasn't expecting anyone to come back here."
James smiled gently, "What was it that you needed, honey?" Izzie quivered, she loved it when he called her his honey, or sweetie. The sound of his humble voice made shivers roll down her spine. "Uh. . . Well, I was wondering if y-you wanted to get. . . Coffee with me later this evening!" She stammered, not meaning for the last sentence to come out quite as loud as it had. James froze, and then softly chuckled . Izzie's eye's filled with water, Her eyes pierced with pain. "Oh okay, well bye." She quickly turned around racing for the exit door before he got the last word in. "Wait!" James jumped up, running after her as she ran down the hall. He could hear her quiet sobs as her tears fell gently onto the bleach, tile floor. "Izzie!" He called for her, still running with his breath shortening. He began to slow down, watching her sprint away as his vision blurred and he fell to the floor. "Izzie. . ." He whispered as his eyelids slowly closed. The last thing he heard were his partners calling for a code red and screaming his name for him to wake up. But the last thing he saw was Izzie s painfully piercing eyes filling with tears, all because of him.