Blaire Vokes. Izzie stood outside her room and stared in through the window. She stood there and she watched the woman laying down on the bed and her husband squeeze her hand, caress her face, softly kiss her. She shouldn't be watching them, she knew that but there was something about them she couldn't turn her eyes away from. The man reminded her of Alex, she knew it wasn't him but there was still something about him.

"Izzie what are you doing?" She turned around and saw Meredith standing just behind her.

"Watching them." She replied in almost a dreamy tone.

"Why?"

"Because," She let out a sigh and quickly debated in her head if she should tell Meredith the full reason. "He reminds me of Alex. The husband he reminds me of Alex and I just like watching him."

"Iz," She could hear the worried tone in Meredith's voice.

"I know it's not him," She felt the need to say. "And I'm not about to try and steal a patient's husband I just…" The words trailed from her mouth and she paused to try and work how to say it. "Is it wrong that I want to be her, that I look at them and I want to be her because she still has him?"

"Iz," The worried tone intensified and she felt Meredith rest a hand on her shoulder and start pulling her away. "You shouldn't be watching them, you shouldn't be watching them and thinking that. That woman is fighting for her life, at the moment she doesn't really have anything. Come on." Meredith turned her around and began walking her down the corridor.

"No," She pushed herself away from Meredith and began walking back to the room. "I have to talk to them."

At the door to the room she paused for a moment and took a deep breath, she wasn't sure why but she always felt funny when she went in the room. "Iz what are you doing?" She looked up and saw Meredith was coming up behind her.

"Going to talk to my patient." She pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

The husband turned in her direction when she opened the door, and she quickly looked down at her chart, as much as she liked watching him, she didn't like looking him in the eye, when she did she always saw Alex and it confused her.

"Dr. Stevens what's wrong?" He asked her. She gulped and looked down at the chart again.

"We need to talk about Blaire and the baby, she's thirty six weeks now, the due date is coming up and we need to talk about how we are going to delivery the baby."

"Oh," The husband looked away from her and back to his wife. "I want to wait, I want to wait for her to go into labour and I want her to have the baby naturally."

"Okay," Izzie nodded, "that is an option but you need to understand the risks associated with a natural birth in these conditions."

"I know," He said, and she watched him begin to gently stroke his wife's cheek. "There is an increased risk of hemorrhaging, there is a chance for complications which might require a c-section anyway. I know there are risks but I've been reading case studies and there are people out there who were just like Bell and having the baby brought them out, it brought them back."

"Okay," Izzie nodded and she made the note on the chart. She wasn't sure if she agreed with the man's decision but now wasn't the time to argue with him. She was about to walk out the room when one of the monitors started bleeping. It was the ventilator. She started to walk over to the machine to check the settings but she only got a few steps before she felt a tightness in her own chest.

"Call someone." Was all she managed to say before she started gasping for air, she felt like her chest wasn't expanding enough, like she was breathing through a straw and not getting enough air, the feeling lasted for only a few seconds and then she passed out.

Cornfields, she was standing in a field of cornfields. "Alex!" She called out his name wanting to know where she was, why she was there.

"Get another doctor in here," she heard someone call, and then she felt someone place a mask over her face and lift her up. They lay her down on a bed of some sought and started moving her.

"Ally, Bella wait up!" She heard a man, Alex call out. She spun around and saw and two little girls, maybe seven and two run between the stalks, and then Alex running a few feet behind them.

"Izzie what are you doing?" He asked when he saw her. "Come with us."

She didn't know where she was going but she ran after them, she chased them through the cornfield and all the way out the other side.

"Come on daddy." The eldest girl called out before running up the steps of a farmhouse closely followed by the smaller girl.

"They're something aren't they?" She turned and saw Alex standing beside her.

"Yeah," She let out a sigh. "Where are we?"

"Iowa, my great grand father built this place."

"It's beautiful." She let out another slow breath and she looked around, she'd never realized how beautiful the country could be.

"Izzie, Izzie, Dr Stevens," A female voice, Meredith's broke into her dream and she was back in the hospital. She let out a moan and she opened her eyes. .

"What happened?" She asked her chest still hurting from what ever had happened.

"You passed out. Are you okay?"

"I couldn't breath." She said remembering what she'd felt. "My baby, is he okay?"

"I haven't had a chance to check, you were only out a couple minutes." Meredith told her. "I was going to get a monitor but you woke up."

"Oh." She rested her hands on her belly and began counting the seconds until she'd feel her baby move while Meredith got up and left. She got up to sixty before she felt something, a sharp kick in the bladder, which almost made her wince. "He's kicking," She said when Meredith returned a few minutes later.

Her baby was perfectly fine, there was nothing wrong him, he was going to be strong she had a good feeling about that. "My patient Mrs. Vokes is she okay?" With her baby in the clear she wanted to know about her patient, about the woman she couldn't help but feel drawn to.

"She's alright." Meredith told her. "She was fighting the ventilator, they've taken her into surgery to remove the trach tube. They're going to see how well she goes breathing on her own."

"That's good." A smile spread back on her face, that was really good news, she let out a sigh and tried to think what to do now.

"It is good Iz, it's good for her but I think you need to start thinking about yourself. Passing out like that isn't good, you're thirty-six weeks pregnant. I think you should start your maternity leave."

"Maybe" It didn't surprise her that Meredith had suggested it, she'd been expecting someone to tell her sooner to go on leave but she'd been doing well up until then.

"I really think it would be a good idea." Meredith pushed her again.

She didn't know what to say, she knew Meredith was right, she really should go on leave but she didn't want to be home, she didn't want to be in her home. "Okay," She said thinking it through. "But can I borrow your car?"

"My car?" Meredith looked back at her confused.

"Yes," She smiled. "I want to go to Iowa."