Author's Note: Gahhh, so much fluff! I also used the scene of Grey's Anatomy from Season 2, episode 22 where Izzie and Denny play Scrabble, so that belongs solely to Shonda Rhimes and her famous television show.

I wasn't lying when I said the nurses would have to drag me out of Denny's room kicking and screaming. There was no way I was going to leave him now that I know what was happening, what he was struggling with.

"Visiting hours are over. You have to leave," the blonde woman says.

I stood quietly from the bed, making sure not to wake Denny from his much needed slumber. The woman was a bit taller than I was and I wouldn't be lying if the thought of some sort of attraction between her and Denny crossed my mind. She was beautiful and Denny was, well, Denny was naturally charming.

"I'm not leaving him," I reply instantly.

She narrows her eyes. "I will call security to escort you out of this building, miss. Please do not make me say it again."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm doing no harm by lying down with him. If it'll make you feel better, I'll sit at the chair. Other than that, I am not going to leave this room."

Before either one of us could argue, Denny's quiet groan causes the both of us to look in his direction. His eyes were still shut, but I could tell he was awake.

"Izzie, just let her stay. I like her company," Denny mumbles, reaching for my hand. I grin instantly, taking it into my own.

We weren't necessarily boyfriend and girlfriend, but we definitely acted like we were. Aside from not kissing yet. It would happen soon. I could feel it.

"Denny, you know that's against the rules." Izzie turns her attention away from me, looking at Denny. For a moment, I see a glimmer of jealousy flash in her blue eyes.

"I'm sure breaking this rule won't be as bad as the ones that you and your colleagues have broken. Come on, Izzie. Don't make me beg." Denny opens his eyes, glancing at me for a brief moment before turning his gaze on the beautiful blonde.

Izzie giggles, shaking her head. "I knew I shouldn't have told you all those stories. If I had known they were going to bite me in the ass later, I would have kept my mouth shut."

Denny chuckles in response, "Your stories made my day. Besides, who knew there was so much hospital drama and gossip?"

Slowly, I release his hand. At this point, I felt like I was intruding in their conversation. Maybe I should have left when I was told the first time because I felt awkward just standing there, listening to the two talk.

Denny must have noticed my subtle action because he glanced over at me with a slightly arched brow.

"Fine, but only because you're very convincing." Izzie says, smiling over at Denny before she simply nods at me. When she leaves the room, I decide to sit at the chair which was much to Denny's disappointment.

"Why are you sitting there? Come back up here." Denny says, tugging on my hand.

"Who is she?" I blurt out.

I didn't mean to sound like an overprotective significant other, but it was clear that he and his doctor had chemistry. If he had been here a week, I wonder what things he told her. Did he tell her about me? That he was seeing someone?

"She's my doctor. Izzie Stevens. Why?"

I pull my hand from his grasp, placing it on my lap. "Nothing."

Denny narrows his eyes. "All right. You either get up here or I remove everything I am attached to move to you. Your choice."

I look up at him. "Not fair. You shouldn't guilt trip me." I stand up and move to lie next to him. I notice the smug grin on his face before his arm wraps around me once more, holding me close to his side as he exhales a contented sigh.

"I must have made the wrong impression if you think I'll be running off to the sunset with someone else," Denny says.

I look up at him, bringing my hand to gently rest on his stubbly cheek. My thumb slowly runs along his lower lip. I wanted to kiss him, to finally feel what his lips felt like, but I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop.

"Running off into the sunset? Do you make everything a fairy tale?"

Denny narrows his eyes, leaning in to kiss my cheek. For a split second, he catches the corner of my lips and I instantly feel a surge of electricity run through my body. Who knows what would happen or what I would feel when I actually feel his lips.

"Izzie knows who you are. I told her I was seeing someone, Jess."

I sigh and decide to rest my forehead against him to prevent him from seeing my embarrassment. "I'm sorry… You're just naturally sweet and charming and you're really handsome, okay?"

Denny grins, hooking a finger under my chin. I look up at him to see his sparkly brown eyes and genuine smile upon his lips. How did I get so lucky?

"If jealousy is what causes you to compliment me, well then, I think I may make you jealous more often," he teases.

"If you weren't in the hospital, I would have retaliated," I respond.

Denny smirks, "Well, you still can retaliate. If you're thinking of what I'm thinking, I would not be opposed to it."

I narrow my eyes. "From the looks of it, I can see that your mind went to the gutter."

"Can you blame me? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Jess? You're beautiful, and smokin' hot, but I figured beautiful is a much better compliment," he smiles.

I blush instantly, burying my face against his neck. In response, Denny holds me tighter and I feel instantly relaxed.

He holds me the entire night and when I look up to see that he had fallen asleep, I will myself to do the same. In the back of my mind, I was afraid. Afraid to go to sleep and wake up to realize that he was gone.

I had spent the entire week with Denny. I left only to go to school and to work, but I spent my nights with him. I had grown accustomed to sleeping by his side, listening to the beeping of the machine that lulled me to sleep.

We had gotten to know each other a bit better. I always brought him food and even convinced him to let me feed him. I could tell that he was getting weaker, but I forced myself to not think too much of it. He was still here. He was still breathing. That's what mattered.

There was still no word on the potential heart, but Denny remained hopeful. He still had a smile on his face every day. I don't know how he could do it. To smile and maintain hope while he was suffering in pain.

There had been a few times where Dr. Burke had to shock his heart to slow his heartrate and the sounds of his pain was enough for me to tear up. He made me stay by his side, staring up at me as if I made the pain disappear.

I hadn't been working too much as I used to. At the most, I was working at most sixteen hours a week. School wasn't a big deal. I attended class, but immediately made my way back to the hospital. Denny was also a good motivator when I didn't want to do homework.

This morning, though, I had to go home to change and get ready for my morning class. Denny looks over at me, watching as I put on my coat.

"Do you have your umbrella?" He asks.

I lift it for him to see. "Yes, I do. I learned from my mistake."

Denny smiles, taking my hand once I walk back to his bedside. Leaving him was always a hard thing to do. Since finding out about his condition, I began to worry more. Every time I was away from him, my thoughts would drift to the darkest parts of my mind. Every morning and every night, I pray that the new day would bring good news about the heart.

"I'll be back in time for lunch. I'm also going to bring a change of clothes just in case." I tell him, pulling my bag over my shoulder.

Denny smirks, "Thinking of taking a shower here?"

"Maybe…"

Denny leans down to kiss the back of my hand, leading his way to my knuckles by trailing soft kisses. "You're teasing me, Jess."

I laugh and lean down to kiss his forehead. I stroke back the hair that had fallen and look down at him. "I'll be here later."

"All right. I'll have Scrabble waiting. I know you've been wanting to redeem yourself," he smirks.

"Hey! You just get lucky every time."

"Right. You're saying my luck happened a total of four times?" Denny grins smugly.

"You know what, I'm going to go before I decide to ditch class and take you right here," I respond.

Denny's eyes darken and when I realize what he was thinking of, I immediately blush.

"I didn't mean for it to come out like that," I tell him.

"I wouldn't mind if you just mounted me right now, if I'm being honest."

I narrow my eyes, biting my lower lip. "You're trouble, Denny Duquette."

"But I'm also irresistibly charming. Now, go on and get to class. I'll see you later," he responds.

I nod, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before I leave his room hesitantly. I glance at him from the window, seeing him wave before he leans back against the bed and shuts his eyes.

All I had to do was get through class and then I could see him again.

I was running through the parking lot to get to the hospital. I didn't plan on being late for our little "lunch date." Luckily, it had stopped raining, but it was still gloomy. Oh, the beauty of Seattle.

Once I skid to a stop in front of his room, I see him look up, sporting a faded yellow sweater. He notices me at the doorway and instantly smiles in amusement.

"You're late," he says.

I walk into the room, setting my duffle bag down and removing my coat. I lean over to kiss his cheek before taking notice of the empty tray of food on his table.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. We had a test today in class and I took longer than I expected."

Denny maintains his smile, gently reaching for my hand. "Take a breath. Calm down. Did you run or something?"

I nod embarrassingly. "Apparently, I don't have luck on my side since the parking I found was the farthest I have ever parked before. So, you may win in Scrabble today. Again. All luck."

He chuckles. I decide to lie down next to him for a moment. I missed being in his arms. I sigh quietly, shutting my eyes and trying to regain my breathing.

"You're worried…" Denny whispers.

I look up at him and nod. "I just – I want to be with you every second. I don't want to miss anything."

"I'm going to be okay, Jess. You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine," he says casually.

"Just because you say not to worry doesn't mean that I'll stop worrying," I respond.

Denny sighs, rubbing his eyes absently. "Listen. What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to rush to get here, Jess. As long as you're coming here, it'll be okay."

"Okay… Can we play Scrabble now?"

Denny grins. "Absolutely. Get the board ready."

Denny was kind enough to let me go first. I look at my letters and back at the board. I decide to spell the word 'Wish' and place it to the right of the star.

"Woo. Seventeen points for me," I exclaim, writing down the points onto the piece of paper.

Denny looks at his letters, contemplating on what to put down. After a minute or two, he places his letters onto the board.

"Thirty-two points," he grins.

I look at the word that he put down, narrowing my eyes.

"Yours? Really? How lucky!"

Denny smiles, looking over at me. "Well, you are mine. And I am yours, so… It's a coincidence, huh?"

I blush, looking up at him. "Stop being cute. I can't even be mad at you."

We spend about fifteen minutes playing Scrabble and as I look at the points, it was no surprise that Denny was winning.

"So, if I win, you'll let me cop a feel?" Denny smirks, looking over at me.

I bite my lower lip. "That's not fair. You can't make a bet once you know that you're ahead."

He chuckles, "Good point. Maybe flash me a boob?"

I widen my eyes, playfully smacking his arm. "Oh my god, you are dirty today."

Denny and I laugh, deciding to put away the game. I lie down next to him, resting my cheek against his shoulder as his arm places itself around me as usual.

"Hey, Jess?" He whispers, taking me out of my thoughts.

I look up at him, staring into his eyes as I feel his breath trickle over my lips.

"Hm?" I respond.

"You've got to get better at Scrabble," Denny laughs quietly.

I let my mouth hang open just slightly to feign a shocked expression, squirming to get out of his grasp, but he simply holds me tighter against him.

"You just know how to play the game, that's all. You have a strategy. I just go with the flow," I respond.

"Aside from Scrabble, I really appreciate you staying with me this past week. I know you've got school. I know you have work, but I'm glad you're here," Denny says.

I smile, "What can I say? Your charm is what attracts me."

He laughs quietly. "Good thing I've got that going for me."

"And you're cute, so that's also a plus. I like looking at you. And being in your arms."

I clear my throat, realizing that Denny was leaning in close. This was it. He was going to kiss me.

Denny stops just inches away from my lips, shutting his eyes and I follow suit.

"Jess… Can I?"

"Kiss me, Duquette, or I will take matters into my own hands," I tease.

"So demanding," he teases.

Instantly, I feel a hand cup my cheek and his lips press against mine.

I immediately melt into him. I rest my hand against his chest and focus on the way his lips feel perfectly against mine. When he begins to move his lips, I follow his lead. Kissing him was worth the wait and now that I know how good of a kisser he was, I don't think I ever want to stop.

Though, when I hear that his heartrate began to pick up, I pull away. I gently rub at his chest as if the action would slowly lower his heartbeat to a much more normal rate.

We stare into each other's eyes and I let my lips part when his thumb grazes my lower lip. We were both at a loss for words, it seemed.

"That was –"

"Nice," Denny finishes.