Thanks for the comments. Sorry this is another short part but I'm about to embark on 30 hours of travel time and I wanted to post something before I left. The next update should be much longer.

George listened to the phone go dead in his hands. He tried to keep himself calm but he was very scared. He didn't know what he was supposed to do; this wasn't something he knew how to handle. He walked back over to the bed and knelt down beside it. He grabbed hold of Izzie's shoulder and shook her again.

"Please Izzie, wake up." He urged her but there was no change. He was still kneeling there when his phone started ringing.

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Meredith slipped into the first empty room she came to. She pulled out her phone and dialed George's number. It didn't even ring once before he answered it.

"What do we do?" He said down the phone, he didn't' even bother with pleasantries, he didn't need to.

"I don't know." Meredith said sitting down on a bed. She felt ill and she couldn't get her head around what was happening. "What exactly has happened?"

"She won't wake up, there are pills all over the floor."

"Okay." Meredith took in a deep breath.

"What do we do?" George asked her again.

"I don't know. I'm trying to think." She could feel her heart starting to race in her chest. This wasn't something she'd dealt with before. "Is she still breathing?" she finally asked.

On the other end of the line she could hear George moving. "Yes" He said after a moment.

"Okay." She let herself exhale, that was a good thing. "What has she taken?"

"I don't know." There was a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Well look. The pills, they had to have come from somewhere, a bottle maybe." She was fishing for straws here, anything that might help her get a grasp of the situation.

"I don't see anything."

"Well look harder."

She could hear George moving around in the room, the moments she waited while he looked were painful. "Okay," he finally said. "I found a bottle." He read the name of the drug to her and she relaxed slightly, she was familiar with the drug, there were a lot worse ones she could have taken.

"Okay," Meredith nodded to herself she was getting a better grasp of the situation now. "How much has she taken?"

"I don't know?" She could hear the fear in George's voice.

She breathed in, in frustration. "The bottle George, how many pills were in the bottle? How many pills are left?"

"I don't know, half maybe."

"Okay." Meredith let the line go silent, she was trying to do the math in her head, she was trying to work out how serious Izzie's situation was, what the likely result of consuming that much medication was.

"What do we do?" George asked her again, the desperation in his voice was increasing.

"I'm trying to think." She snapped back. She didn't know what to do and she didn't like the idea that the decision was up to her. She didn't want to be held responsible for the outcome but at the same time she was already blaming herself for this happening in the first place. She shouldn't have left her on her own, she shouldn't have let this happed. "Has she taken anything else?" She finally asked. There was a silence on the line. "George, has she taken anything else? Are there any other drugs there? Is there any alcohol?" This was very important, what they did next was dependent on it.

"No," George replied. "I don't see anything else."

"Okay." Meredith let out a short breath. "I want you to stay with her, make sure she keeps breathing. I'll be there shortly."

"Meredith…" George started into the line but she hung up before he could say anymore.

She walked out the room and started heading for the lockers. Inside she could feel her heart racing, her palms were sweating and she felt physically ill. This wasn't supposed to happen; she didn't think Izzie would do something like this. She walked into the locker room and pulled her bag from her locker, she didn't bother to change, she just emptied the bag of as much as she could.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and then she stepped out of the locker room. Acting as normal as she could she walked over to the supply room and began placing things in her bag. She collected everything she thought she needed and then she walked out the hospital.

As she walked to her car she prayed she wasn't making a horrible mistake.