Chapter Six - I will be there for you, no matter what you do to push me away

A/N: I suck. I have nothing else to say but that. I am so sorry to take so long to update! :( But, here it is; it's completely rushed and I wrote it in half an hour, but I hope it's enough to get people back onto this story and to read later chapters that I will/have spent a bit more time on. Please, try to enjoy this badly written chapter, and again, I apologise! :) Cookies for all! *Throws cookies*

The sound of high heels clicking against the floor filled the hallway as Izzie Stevens paced towards the elevator. Pressing the button over and over, she let out a shaky breath as the doors opened. In the elevator already was Meredith, and she could see George shoved into the corner behind two rather bulky male nurses and their elderly patient. Izzie nodded towards both of her friends, a brief tilt of the head, and they both smiled sympathetically.

'One of those smiles where you hardly show your teeth, and your eyes look all sad, so there's no point in actually smiling', Izzie thought as she turned her back towards the pair, much too worried about the page to face anyone, let alone make conversation.

The page she had recieved about Alex, just ten minutes ago, letting her know he was in emergency and he had slit his wrists and he was in shock and was most likely going to develop pneumonia and that he had already died once on the table and that it was a 90 percent chance she was going to lose him aga-

She squeezed her eyes shut, holding them closed so tightly that spots danced in front of her and she began to feel lightheaded and her head felt sore, and she felt Meredith's slender hand on her shoulder.

"He is going to be alright, Iz. You know he is, don't worry, and we will be there in just a few minutes so you can see for yourself. Okay?"

Izzie held back a sob and blinked away tears, breathing out slowly as she nodded and turned her head towards Meredith.

"Okay, Mer. Okay."

The elevator suddenly stopped, and a small ding announced their arrival on the ground floor. As soon as the doors were open, Izzie set out at a run towards the Emergency doors.

"Iz, wait!"

She could hear George calling out to her, Meredith cursing loudly as they struggled to catch her, but she didn't care; the only thing on her mind right then and there was Alex. And she just needed to see that he was okay, that was all, but of course he was going to be fine-

Izzie stopped so suddenly George ran into her shoulder, muttering a few swear words as he rubbed her arm in an apology. Meredith followed Izzie's still gaze.

"He looks so...fragile." Izzie sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks and onto the front of her scrubs.

Meredith didn't know what to say. It was true; Alex looked so white, so pale, his clammy skin contrasting greatly with his blue lips and the blood that stained his forearms. She could see stiches sticking out from the bandages on his wrists. Of course, being a doctor, the standard wires and tubes used to save their patients were nothing new, but on him, they just looked...wrong. The team in front of them were trying very hard to save his life, the defibrillator in one of the doctor's hand's being used once, twice, three times. Trying to shock life into the being in front of them that was fading, fast.

"Why, Alex?" Meredith started as Izzie's sorrow-filled voice filled the air, her eyes shining as she stepped towards the figure in front of them. A voice that sparked a certain resident's attention.

"What on earth are you three doing in here? You should not be here!" Bailey stepped in front of the trio, looking concerned as she eyed Izzie. "It is much too personal a case for you!"

But Izzie didn't appear to hear her; instead of bowing her head in apology, she merely stepped around Miranda, sobbing quietly as she walked forward.

She stood next to the doctor holding the defibrillator, and he looked at her with sad eyes, slowly putting the electronic machine back onto the table behind him. They all glanced up at the heart rate monitor above the bed, the high-pitched squeal of the flat-line the only sound in the room.

Slowly and softly, as though trying not to hurt him, Izzie leaned down next to Alex, placing her hands on either side of his face. She bit back a sob as her tears dripped down onto his face.

"Come on, Alex, I know you can hear me. Open your eyes".

She looked at him, square on, as though expecting him to suddenly burst into life, open his eyes and smile at her, like she was waiting for him to take away her sorrow and tell her everything was going to be okay. That he was going to be okay.

Nothing happened. The monitor still let out it's shrill beep.

"Alex! God-damn it, Alex, open your eyes, open your eyes please! Please Alex..." She trailed off as she gave into the sobs, heart-wrenching sobs that broke the hearts of everyone in the room; she collapsed onto his chest as she cried, Meredith running behind her to catch her body as her legs gave way.

"Please Alex," Izzie cried, not looking up from where she had dug her face into his chest, "you are.. the only reason I live!"

It all happened so quickly.

It was as though someone had suddenly turned on a switch; Izzie jumped as the heart rate monitor picked up Alex's renewed heartbeat, and the team, who had stepped back to give Izzie some space to grieve, suddenly rushed forward to continue on with the job they had thought to be lost. George stepped forward, placing his hand on Izzie's shoulder, trying to gently coax her away from Alex so the team could do their job and help Alex, but Izzie batted his hand away, before placing her own on Alex's cheeks. She brought her lips down onto his forehead and kissed him so softly it would be surprising if he felt it.

Both Meredith and George gasped as they saw Alex's eyes open, and neither could help but smile when the corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly. And when Izzie turned around and walked away from the bed to let the team continue caring for Alex, she too was smiling widely, tears in her eyes as she hugged Meredith and George.

"Good work, people. He's back. Now, place him on..." Bailey's voice trailed off into nothing as Izzie left the room, her two best friends by her side. She slid down the wall and sat in the corridor right outside emergency, and knew that next time he woke up, she would definitely be there, right by his side.

No matter what.