A/N: OMG! I feel like it's been forever since I updated. Sorry, I just got busy. I'll try not to let that happen again. Seattle Grace Hospital is familiar territory. It's easier for me to write when the hospital is the setting, and I have no idea why, lol. I'm going to switch back and forth though, because, you know some characters are still at school. So it will go Hospital/School/Hospital/School, haha. You get it. Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter Twelve: That's Not Good

The hospital was never a place that bothered Meredith, because a hospital was where she grew up. When she was younger, she practically lived in the hospital. She seen more of an on-call room than she did of her own bedroom at nights. The hospital was never a place she was ever afraid to be, but now… now there was someone somewhere in an OR with their hands inside her best friend's chest. This was the first time Meredith wished she wasn't at the hospital; she wished Cristina wasn't at the hospital. She wished none of this had ever happened, but it did. Oh how Meredith wished she could just turn back time.

Alex, George, and Meredith all made their way to Izzie's room about an hour later. Dr. Webber was standing at her door, handing her chart over to a nurse upon seeing the three teenagers walking in his direction.

"Dr. Webber," Meredith paused, stopping in front of him as George and Alex looked through the window at a sleeping Izzie, "How is she?"

"She's doing good right now, the wound was through and through. We cleaned it out and got her fixed up and-"

"What about the baby?" Alex interrupted just as Richard was going to explain that.

Meredith looked at Alex. He knew about the baby? Alex knew before her?

"Well, the baby went through a lot of stress. Luckily, Dr. Garner was able to keep that under control without surgery, but we are still going to keep an eye on her. Which means she might have to stay here for a couple of days. You can go in and see her, but she's groggy from the pain meds we gave her. She needs her rest, so don't be too long," he said, looking at Meredith and sending a small smile in her direction.

"Thank you, Dr. Webber," she replied.

He nodded, "It's my job."

After Richard left down the hall, Alex was the first to open the door. But he didn't enter. He just stood there for a moment, without moving and without speaking. "Hey," he finally said, turning toward George and Meredith, "You mind if I get a few minutes alone with her?"

George fought the urge to deny him that, and Meredith nodded, "Sure."

"Thanks," he said, entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

George and Meredith slowly walked side by side down the hallway, and Meredith let out a quiet sigh, "So, the baby… is it-?"

"Yeah, it's Alex's," George answered, already knowing what Meredith was going to ask.

Meanwhile, in the waiting room sat a very nervous Owen with Derek beside him, trying his best to feed him words of comfort. Owen was fidgeting in his chair, unable to think about anything other than if Cristina was going to die or not.

"Owen, it's not the end of the world," Derek told him.

Owen just frowned, bottling up his anger toward the sentence Derek had just uttered, "That's easy for you to say. Meredith isn't the one on that operating table with a bullet lodged in her chest. When Meredith is the one with her chest cut open lying on that operating table, that's when we'll see if that sentence is so easy for you to say!" But bottling it up didn't help. He snapped at Derek, his booming voice echoing through the entire waiting room. Heads turned in their direction for a moment or two until Owen let in a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry," Derek finally said in a soft voice, "Cristina's gonna be fine."

"You don't know that," shaking his head, his eyes found Derek's gaze, "You don't know that," he repeated.

Meanwhile, back at the school building, some of the students were still lingering in the hallway, praying and hoping for their friends that were shot. Mr. Emerson obviously didn't mind standing outside his classroom door to supervise the students in front of his history class until the principal came back on the intercom: "Teachers, we are still under lockdown. The bell is going to sound, but I want all of you to keep your students inside your classrooms until further notice. No one leave the classrooms."

"Alright you guys, you heard the man," Mr. Emerson said to the students standing in the hall, "I won't make all of you go back to your class, you can just come in mine."

Teddy, Lexie, Mark, Arizona, and Callie entered his classroom. Lexie was still in shock, and she wanted more than anything to get this blood off of her. She got some on Mark after he embraced her. "There was so much blood," she mumbled absent-mindedly, taking a seat in the nearest desk. Mark looked at her, then to Mr. Emerson, "Sir, would you mind if I ran across the hall to get some paper towels?"

"I'll get them," the teacher said, exiting his classroom.

Arizona and Callie sat down together, and Teddy took her seat next to Addison once again. Almost the entire class was looking at Lexie, because she was the one on the inside when everything went down; like they were expecting her to spill every detail of what happened.

"Lexie," a blonde haired guy in the class said, "What happened?"

"How much blood was there?" Another chimed began to whimper, not wanting to think back on it. All she wanted to do was get the image out of her head. Mark frowned in their direction, "Will you shut the hell up and leave her alone?"

And so they did.

Mr. Emerson came back in with a handful of wet paper towels and he handed them to Mark who scooted the desk beside Lexie's closer to her. He sat down and took both of her hands, wiping them clean with some of the paper towels, "You're gonna be okay, Lexie," he said softly to her. He then took a clean paper towel and began to wipe some of the blood that was splattered on her face, "I know that was probably the scariest thing that's ever happened to you, and I don't expect you to act like nothing happened. But you're gonna be okay."

Alex pulled up a chair to Izzie's bedside as she slept soundly. He was quiet enough, but it was as if Izzie could feel him in the room and her eyes flickered open slowly. Drowsily, she attempted to say 'hi' but it came out in a sound that didn't sound like a word at all. A faintly smiled at her, and his hand found hers on the mattress. He stroked his thumb over her smooth skin as she began to wake up a little more.

"Hey," he said in a soft tone, "how you feeling?"

"Tired," her voice was almost as low as a whisper as her eyes closed again.

"I'll let you sleep, okay?" He said, about to let go of her hand before she frowned and held onto it.

"Wait," she paused, opening her eyes once again, forcing herself to stay awake, "I want to talk to you."

Alex let out a sigh, then shook his head, "No, we don't have to talk about that now," he already knew what she wanted to talk about. He thought he was ready to discuss this and get it out of the way, but now that the moment had presented itself, he wasn't so sure.

"But I want to."

"You need your rest."

"Damn it, Alex," Izzie snapped, which caught him off guard, "I just got shot. I could have died. So you are gonna sit here, and listen to what I have to say," she looked at him in the eyes with a serious expression on her face.

With a sigh, Alex agreed and nodded his said, "Fine."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the baby," she paused, using what strength she had to push herself up into a sitting position. Her arm was in a sling, luckily the morphine kept her from feeling the pain of the wound, "but I just figured it wouldn't matter.. after the abortion and-"

"Whoa, whoa," Alex interrupted with a frown and his eyes narrowed, "Abortion?"

"You don't expect me to keep it."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Why would I?" Izzie retorted, her face twisted into the expression that told Alex she was annoyed with him, "It's not like I have anyone to help me take care of it. Besides my mom, but I can't tell her," her eyes trailed off to her hand which was still holding onto Alex's. Realizing this, she took her hand back before he spoke.

"That's not true," his words made her eyes connect with his once more, "You do have someone. You have me," his tone was firm and the frown was still plastered onto his face.

Izzie cocked an eyebrow and shook her head, "Why would you want to help me? You're with Addison and I'm the ex girlfriend you cheated on."

Alex never meant to have this conversation with her while upset, because it seemed like something he should put his whole heart into, but the words left his mouth before he realized what he was saying, "Because I love you. I want to be with you, and I want to be there for you," his tone was still firm, but his features softened after he let the words sink in. Izzie's expression, however, did not change.

"What makes you think I want you back?" She asked after a moment, "Alex, you cheated on me. How am I just supposed to let go of that betrayal and just take you back and let you be the father of my baby? I can't do that, because I can't trust you anymore."

"Izzie," he paused, getting even more angry. Not with her, but with himself.

"No," she said, lying back down, "You're right. I need my rest."

Alex sighed, frowning at her after she closed her eyes. He wanted to say something else, anything else that would mean something. But she wasn't going to listen, and he knew that. "Whatever," he scoffed with a huff as he rose from his chair and left her room.

A few hours later in the waiting room, more people joined Owen and Derek in the waiting room. They were all gathering in the far right corner: Owen, Derek, Meredith, George, Alex, and Cristina's parents. Cristina's mother sat to the left of Owen holding his hand. Meredith kept her eyes on the double doors, because she knew a surgeon would be coming in at any moment with an update about her best friend's surgery. A just then, she seem her mother walk through the doors. She instantly became happy, anxious and terrified all at the same time. They emotions were sent through her body like a lightening bolt, but in the end, only one emotion remained. Fear.

She seen the look on her mother's face. It was a face she had seen every single day as a little girl. The face that she had on her face when she came to tell a patient's loved one didn't make it through surgery, and Meredith was sure she felt her heart stop beating.

This was not good.

DUN DUN DUN!

Hope you liked this chapter! :D I shall hopefully get the next one finished tomorrow.

-Shelby.