A/N: I know, I have left you all hanging about what happened to Izzie... well here it is:
Izzie
Police cars, ambulances, and a fire engine pulled up around the somewhat damadged truck, and the totaled car. The big truck driver ran over to a police woman as she stepped out of the car.
"I don't know what happened!" he gasped out. "The car just came out of nowhere. I couldn't stop in time. Oh damn it I think she might be dead! What if I killed her?"
"Relax," the officer stopped him. "We will acess the situation, but you need to calm down. Now what happened?"
"I was making a turn, and all of a sudden, the car cam speeding up out of nowehre, right in front of me. I tried to slam on the breaks but the I hit the car and it rolled off the road and there was blood on the windows, and I think she's dead. Om damn it! I killed her!"
The officer stepped away from him and moved towards the damadged car. There was a bloody handprint smeared across the window and the officer froze.
The door had to be cut open. Paramedics pulled her out of the car and placed her on a stretcher. Her breathing was coming slowly now. She had gashes all over her body, especially the large one that cut across her forehead. Her blond hair looked brown from all the blood that had mixed with it. In fact, she had lost so much blood that she looked extreamely pale.
"Left legs probably broken, judging be the agel it's sitting at," one of the male paramedics said.
But that's not what got everyone to freeze. It was when she opened her eyes just a crack and looked at the closest paramedic. She twitched her fingers slightly and the paremedic widened his eyes in surprise.
Her voice was bearly audible as she whispered. "I... too... late...they're... gonna... die...
Her eyes seemed to roll back into ehr head as they shut and she was no longer responding. Her pulse began to grow weaker.
"Get her in the ambulance!" somebody yelled. "We're losing her!"
Alex
"We have a problem," Alex gapsed out when he could somewhat talk again.
"W-what?" Hailey stammered, shaking in fear.
"I can't move."
Hailey inhaled sharply and pulled herself up against a wall. "Neither can I!" she whispered. "Oh my gosh! We're gonna die! We're gonna die, and I bearly got to live! Oh my gosh! No! NO!"
Alex groaned out. "Stop!" he gasped. "You are giving me a head ache!"
Hailey's hand shook as she covered her mouth with it. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Alex suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Do you have a cell phone?"
"No!" Hailey cried. "It's in the hospital room... and that's destroyed. Do you have a phone?"
"No," Alex sighed in defeat. "It landed in the fire."
Hailey burried her face in her knees and sobbed silently. Alex let out a deep breath.
"If it makes you feel any better," Alex said softly, in what he thought was a way to calm her down. "You were probably going to die anyway from the cancer."
Hailey peeked up from her knees for a moment before letting out a loud cry.
"I'm sorry," Alex quickly apolagized. "That was incensitive."
Hailey shook with sobs and Alex notcied the bandana on her head was beggining to slip off. It reminded him of something. "Look, I'm not too happy about this either. I have a wife... I mean I had a wife... I mean... we got divorced... but we relaized we sitll love each other... hey, she had cancer too."
"Stop!" Hailey begged, her words muffled by her knees. "Please just shut up!"
Hailey cried for another moment before slowly peeking up from her knees and wiping her cheeks. "She had cancer?" she whispered.
"Stage four Melanoma." Hailey cocked her head to the side, not understanding. "It's skin cancer. She um, we didn't catch it very quickly. She was seeing her dead finac'e." Hailey's eyes widened. "She had a very slim chance of survival. But she lived." Alex closed his eyes, wondering where Izzie was now. "My friend Meredith was going to get married to her financ'e Derek. Izzie planned there wedding." He chuckled at the memory as he stared up at the ceiling. "Meredith isn't exactly the big wedding, attention on her kind of person. Izzie planned her dream wedding, with decorations, alot of white. All she had to do was look up at people with those big cancer eyes and the melted right in front of her and gave her whatever she wanted."
Hailey gigled at that and Alex smiled at the sound.
"And then we found out tha Izzie had a tunor that couldn't be opperated on, and Meredith and Deek gave us their wedding, and we rushed right into it."
"Was it a nice wedding?" Hailey whispered.
Alex nodded. "Best day of my life. That night we came back to the hospital and Izzie began to lose her hair. Guess what she did."
"Did she shave it off too?"
"Every last strand. She was beautiful even without all the hair." Hailey let out a soft breath as she listened. "Izzie had a myricle," Alex continued. "Derek Shepherd saved her life. But she kept losing her memory like every few minutes. Then I complained to her about... well I yelled at her about something, thinking she would forget. But guess what..."
"She got her memory back didn't she?" Hailey whispered, smiling.
"Yes," Alex said. "And then she died in my arms."
"What?" Hailey gasped.
"But they shocked her and brought her back to life."
Hailey huffed. "Couldn't you have said that before you made me feel all bad for you?"
Alex ignored her and continued the story. "We shocked her against her will. She signed a DNR."
Hailey looked down at the floor. "I thought about signing one," she admitted.
"Hailey," Alex said suddenly. "You can't do that."
"It doesn't even matter. I'm going to die Dr. Karev."
"Alex," Alex corrected her. "We should be on a first name basis by now."
"Okay Alex," Hailey agreed.
"You know," Alex sighed. "We saved Izzie, but we realized that our friend George was the John Doe who got hit by a bus and died."
"Gosh, I'm so sorry," Alex gasped.
Alex shrugged. "George has his way of talking to us still."
"What?" Hailey gasped.
"Well we're gonna die. I might as well tell you," Alex sighed, and started from the begining.
Cristina
Cristina took slow, deep breaths as she pushed herself up from the ground. She had a bruise on her spine, that was for sure.
Her entire body hurt. But she had to try. She couldn't just give up.
Suddenly something in her pocket vibrated and she pulled it out, her eyes widening as she read the text.
Not too far away from saving him.
-George
"Saving who?" Cristina whispered.
Richard
Richard paced back and forth, running his hands through the short hair he had left. "This is not happening, this is not happening," he chanted over and over again.
He could hear a paniced voice shouting things to a cop. "My girlfriend Crisitna is still in the building, and I'm pretty sure her friend Emredith might be too-
"Meredith's still in the building?" Richard shouted.
Owen snapped his head over to look at Richard. "I think she might be. Crisitna is. Those two are always together..." he trailed off, shaking his head and wiping at his eyes.
Meredith
Lexie's breathing was coming in short breaths now as Mark strugled to get her breathing back to normal. He worked faster and faster, and he asked Meredith to hold the straw at a certain angle so they could get it into her collapsed lung.
Meredith didas she was told, but she couldn't hold her hand still enough to get it in. Her hands were shaking drastically as she did hert best,
"Why are you shaking?" Mark demanded.
"I'm not trying to," Meredith defended. "I can't hold still. The room is spinning."
Mark sighed and took the straw from her and finished the job. Lexie's breathing slowly went back to normal.
Meredith and Mark both let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Hey, Grey," Mark said. "I'm sorry for snapping before. I was just afraid to lose Lexie. I could still lose her. I'm freaking out."
"I know," Meredith sighed, turning and noticing the fire spreading outside the room. "Mark!" Meredith gasped. "We need to get out of here now! We need to get to the stairs. It's the last place that the fire will spread."
"It's dangerous to go out there," Mark reminded her.
Meredith wiped her arm across the face to wipe away the tears, her hands still covered in Lexie's blood. "I know," she whispered. "But we'll get a few more minutes."
Mark nodded slowly and carefully pulled Lexie's broken body up into his arms. Meredith pushed herself up but swayed and fell down again. Mark looked at her curiously as she pushed herself up again.
"I'm fine," she lied.
They walked up the steps and sat down at the top. Mark laid Lexie down and put her head in his lap, making sure the straw held.
Meredith watching fearfully as the fire grew bigger and bigger. "It only takes one spark..." Meredith whispered.
"To start a fire," Mark finished.
A/N: The three top questions asked for the last chapter was: Where is George? Is Izzie in the fire? Where is Derek.
Well George helped Cristina. Izzie was in the crash. I answered those questions in this chapter.
But where is Derek... you will find out in the next chapter.
And here is a question for you guys to answer: In your oppinion, what was the scarriest moment in this story and why?
By the way, I updated quickly, didn't I? If I get fifteen reviews by tonight I will update tommorow, that's my deal.