AN: I have been writing this story for a long time. When I started I had some idea about where I wanted it to go but as the story and time progressed where I wanted to take it changed. As a result I have had to make some small changes to the first chapters. (The changes basically change the time line.) If you're still reading I hope you're enjoying it and I'd love to know what you think. This wasn't what I had originally planed but I think it is better.

Alex looked into Izzie's big brown eyes and he sighed, he'd forgot that she wouldn't understand, that she didn't really know what was happening to her, what had happened to her. He'd been so caught up in the moment, so happy, and she'd looked happy too, he hadn't thought to stop and explain things to her.

"There was an accident," he began, and she gave him a small nod.

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Izzie listened as Alex began explaining what had happened to her, to them. She had to concentrate very hard, it was a lot of information, and she knew even as he told it to her she wouldn't remember half of it. It was too much to get her head around in one go, but she was listening and trying to make sense of it all.

There was an accident; that part was real but everything after then was different. Alex never died, he was hurt though, he fractured five vertebrae among other things and was bedridden for eight weeks.

And she wasn't okay, Alex described her injuries as being horrific and as he went into some details she began to understand why. Her seat belt had failed, and then her airbag had failed and she was thrown with such force against the dashboard almost every bone in her body broke. Her lung was punctured, her spleen ruptured, and there was lacerations and bruising throughout her body.

Alex told her she was unconscious from the moment of impact and in the car all he could do was hold her and pray she would just keep breathing. He said she must have heard him because somehow she kept breathing, her heart kept beating. How he wasn't quite sure, no one had been able to explain how her body kept going when she was losing so much blood, and really it didn't matter how it happen it just did.

For ten days he said she was on the brink of death, she circled the drain, and was rushed back in for countless surgeries. She single handily went through almost two hundred units of blood, and he told her they didn't expect her to live, that he was told to prepare for the worse. He said it broke his heart to know she was so sick and not be able to be there with her, that was the hardest part knowing that and not being able to do anything about it.

He said he prayed a lot, who he was praying too he wasn't quite sure; it was more like begging, making promises to himself, wishing, hoping she would get better. And ten days after the accident she took a turn, she stabilized and started improving.

Izzie listened as Alex explained things to her, she tried to make sense of everything, some of the things Alex was describing seemed familiar to her, events which really happened seemed to meet with the stuff in her head. It was ten days after the accident she took the overdoes and when she woke up from that she decided not to keep spiraling down, she was going to start pulling herself back together.

It was eight weeks after the accident they discovered the pregnancy. It surprised and shocked everyone, she wasn't supposed to be pregnant, how her body sustained a pregnancy no one was quite sure but it changed everything. Alex was finally able to see her, he demanded to see her, and when he did he decided he wasn't going to leave. He was going to stay with her and make her get better.

They changed her meds, until that point she had been fully sedated, in a deep coma, but they couldn't keep doing that, the meds were dangerous to the fetus, and Alex flat out refused to terminate it. She smiled at him when he said that, he was right, she never would have forgiven him if he'd taken their baby from her, and without that baby she might not have had the will the pull herself through. Instead they started to wake her up but it was easier said than done. Her body still hadn't healed, she was still in a significant amount of pain, waking her up came with its own dangers.

They couldn't shock her system, she was still in the midst of a difficult balancing act, so they began to slowly ease her off the meds, and that was when her dreams started again, only now she was beginning to realize what she thought were dreams were real and everything she thought was real was only in her head.

"For months all you could do was open your eyes," Alex told her, "You would open your eyes and just gaze at me."

She nodded slowly as she remembered the dreams, the feelings of total paralysis and Alex laying there beside her, telling her she would be okay.

"Mu…mu…music," Talking was still difficult but she wanted him to know she'd heard the music, that she remembered the music.

"Yes Iz, I played music to you."

He smiled down at her and she tried to talk again, she was getting very tired though and it was becoming increasingly difficult. She moved her lips slowly trying to work out what she wanted to say.

"Do you want to listen to the music?" Alex asked her, she gave him a nod; she wanted to hear the music, his music. He stood up and walked over to a small CD player.

"No," That wasn't the music she wanted, she'd seen in the corner of the room his guitar, "play," she said and she lifted her arm a tiny bit and pointed.

"Okay," She watched Alex place the CD player down and pick up the instrument. He carried it over to the chair he'd been in before and sat down. "I'll play for a bit." He told her and before he started he lent in and kissed her. "It's okay to go to sleep, you've had a big day."

She smiled up at him as he began to strum a tune, her tune. "I love you." She whispered to him.

"I know," he smiled back, "I love you too."

He kept playing and slowly she closed her eyes, she began to drift to sleep and as her mind began to wander, as she got closer to her dreams she hoped she wouldn't go back to where she was, she didn't want to go back to a place where Alex wasn't.