Izzie stood in the middle of a green field. She was wearing a white sun dress and her hair was pulled partly up with flowers. The sun was beating down on her. From somewhere in the distance she heard someone call her name.
"Izzie."
She spun around and now in the centre of the field was a single tree. She started running toward it and when she was almost there Alex jumped down. "I've been waiting for you." He said and he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her. He pulled her closer to him and they started falling to the ground.
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"Alex." Izzie whispered again from her sleep. Meredith lifted her hand to her face and wiped away the tears that were starting to form. She'd slipped into Izzie's room five minutes earlier and that was the second time she'd heard her say his name.
She felt so horrible for Izzie. She desperately wanted to make her feel better but she knew there was nothing she could do. Nothing was going to bring Alex back. All she could do was try and make things as easy for her as possible. Today she was planning on meeting with Alex's mother to talk about funeral arrangements. She wanted to make sure that Izzie had some say in what was going to happen.
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George stood in the foyer of the hospital with his group of six over egger interns. He was handing out their pages and note books. He was giving them the first spiel of what it was like to actually be a doctor. The first thing on the list of things they had to do was make patient rounds. He looked down at the list of patients he'd been assigned. Halfway down the list was Izzie's name. He wondered if the interns would notice if he skipped her, probably, they looked a little too keen.
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Meredith watched as the door to Izzie's room crept open and George followed by six interns entered. "George. What are you doing?" She hissed at him but he ignored her. The last intern entered the room and let the door slam shut behind him. Izzie woke with a start.
"Alex." She said opening her eyes but Alex wasn't there. Instead she saw George standing there with a group of six people she'd never seen before.
"Who's presenting?" George said and then Izzie remembered. She felt Meredith gently start rubbing her back. She bit down on her bottom lip. She didn't want to cry, not in front of these people.
"Isobel Stevens." Someone began. "Arrived last night from an MVA. Is scheduled for surgery this morning to stabilize multiple fractures to her right arm."
"Good." George said and he indicated for everyone to leave. He didn't ask any additional questions, he didn't quiz the interns like he did with every other patient he just left. He didn't want to be in Izzie's room any longer than he had to. He didn't want to look at her because just thinking about everything made him want to cry.
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Izzie lay awake in her bed. It was late afternoon. She watched as a nurse brought in another bunch of flowers. They'd been arriving continuously all day. At first the nurse had read the cards to her as she brought them in. But after the sixth bunch of flowers had arrived from a department or service she had nothing to do with she yelled at the nurse to just leave them. She didn't care who the flowers were from, she didn't want to hear that there were people who felt sorry for her. She'd thrown one of the bunches across the room and another straight at the nurse. After that they doped her up on sedatives as well as the painkillers she was already on.
The sedatives made her mind feel cloudy, she was only partially aware of what was going on around her. But that was probably a good thing. Flowers weren't the only thing that had been coming all day. People had been coming too. People, who she didn't know and didn't care about, people who only came because they happened to work in the hospital. They came to offer their condolences. They said they were sorry. Sorry for what? They didn't do anything. Some said they knew or understood how she felt. If she'd been more alert she would have hit them. No one knew how she felt. As it happened all she did was lay in bed and ignore them or pretend she was asleep. She wished they would go away and just leave her alone.
The only people she cared about were her friends. Meredith had visited her in the morning. She liked Meredith being there. She somehow seemed to know exactly what to say and what not to say. She had a knack for calming her down but she wasn't there now. She'd said she was taking care of things, which she was grateful for too. Christina and George hadn't visited her yet though, not exactly anyways. She'd woken up earlier in the day to find George standing in her door way watching her. But he left a moment after she opened her eyes. She hadn't seen Christina at all. It didn't really surprise her though. Dealing with the emotional side of grief wasn't really her thing.