Chapter 3

Alex stared ahead, blankly as he sat alone on a bench in front of the hospital. He sort of heard someone walk up to him but he didn't turn around.

He didn't turn around when he heard the person sigh.

He didn't turn around when he felt the hand of the person rest slightly on his shoulder.

And he still didn't turn around when the person finally spoke.

"Alex," their voice said softly, and he knew it was Meredith. "I know-

"Don't give me a speech," Alex cut her off darkly. His voice was shaky. "I don't want a freaking speech. I don't want you to tell me we will get through this. I don't want to hear this."

"Aex-

"No Meredith! Just don't say anything! I am such an idiot!"

"No you're not. You couldn't have known."

"She has two tumors Meredith! One is pressing on her frontal lobe which means that she would make bad decisions! Don't you get it Meredith? That's way she left me! And I just went on and slept with Lexie like nothing bad would come from it! Well guess what! Izzie is now dying once again and there is nothing I can do about it!"

"Alex, there is something we can do to fix it. Derek said the tumor on her frontal lobe shouldn't be too hard to remove. The one on her pituitary gland will be harder though. But we have a chance Alex. We have a chance and that is all that matters."

"I just said I didn't want a speech!" Alex snapped. "And if you were to pay any attention or once in your life you might just know that Izzie is refusing the surgeries!"

"What?"

"She doesn't want the surgery Meredith!"

Izzie hung her head as she walked into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and looked at her tired out face.

"Two tumors," she whispered.

Suddenly and image of George appeared in the mirror and she turned to glare at him.

"Why would you do this to me?" she nearly shrieked.

"I didn't do this to you," George said. "I just come with the package."

"Well make it all go away!" she screamed.

"You want me to leave?"

"No! I want this tumor gone! If it weren't for this freaking tumor I wouldn't have left Alex like an idiot!"

"Izzie-

"Please get out!"

"I-

"Just get out so I can take a bath without you watching me!"

"I would if I could!"

"What?!"

"I can't leave Izzie," George said almost sadly.

Izzie lost it then. She reached for a vase next to her and flung it at George as hard as she could.

She heard someone yell, "No! No! No! Don't!" as she did it.

But it went right through George and hit the wall.

George disappeared and Izzie turned slowly to find that Alex had been the voice before.

Alex walked in through the house. He hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes.

That's when he heard the screaming.

"Just get out so I can take a bath without you watching me! What?!"

"Izzie," Alex whispered.

He started for the steps as fast as he could. He ran upstairs and got to the bathroom just in time to see Izzie reaching for a vase with an angry expression plastered on her face.

"No! No! No! Don't!" Alex screamed at the top of his lungs.

But it was too late. Izzie threw the vase across the room and it smashed into the wall and fell to pieces on the floor.

"Izzie," Alex whispered.

He held a hand out in front of him as if Izzie was a wild animal.

Izzie turned to him with tears in her eyes. "What is wrong with me?" Izzie whispered.

Alex walked over hesitantly with his hands out towards Izzie. "You're acting like I'm going to hurt you," Izzie whispered. "Alex… it's me."

Alex stared at her. She's Izzie, he thought. She's still your wife. You still love her her.

Izzie watched with wide eyes and then they softened and Alex pulled her to him.

She held her arms around him tightly and ran her fingers through his hair and then just held him as tight as she possible could.

"Oh Alex," She cried. "What's happening to me?"

"It's the tumor acting," he whispered. "But you control your body. Your tumor doesn't. Remember that, okay."

"Alex, I know you must hate me-

"Izzie I don't hate you! I love you," Alex said firmly, pulling away and looking Izzie straight in the eye.

"But I left you!"

"Your tumor confused you. It's not your fault."

"Alex," Izzie cried. "I love you too."

Owen walked into Cristina's apartment to fine her on the couch, biting her nails.

"Since when do you bite your nails?" Owen asked.

Cristina looked up and pulled her fingers away from her mouth. "Since now! Since Izzie came back! Since I just found out that Izzie has two knew tumors and that's why she left in the first place. Her tumor told her two."

"Her tumor told her two?"

"Can't you hear?" Cristina asked.

"Relax," Owen said.

"No!" Cristina cried. "I can't relax! What the hell is wrong with my life? First George O'Malley dies! Next Izzie gets Cancer! These are my friends we are talking about! So no! I will not calm down!"

Meredith walked into the house and hung up her coat. She walked past Alex's room as she went and noticed the door was open.

He was lying across his bed and holding Izzie who was sleeping in his arms. His eyes were open and he looked to Meredith with pain hidden behind his face.

"Alex," Meredith whispered. "She'll be okay."

Alex put a finger to his lips but nodded. "I hope so," he mouthed back.

Derek walked into the hallway. "Meredith what are you-

"Shh," Meredith whispered, walking to him. "Izzie's sleeping."

"Well if you don't talk her into the surgery," Derek paused for a moment. "She will be sleeping for a very, very long time."

A/N: So… yeah I need some help coming up with some ideas for this story. I have the basic idea. But I need some more. If you give me suggestions it might help and I will mention your names in the author notes if I use the ideas... sp please, please, please review.