Izzie Stevens

I tried to talk to the Chief again today. I thought third time would be the charm, but I thought wrong. I have a bad habit of doing that. I got closer to the door this time, but the fear and pain got too much, so I took a few steps back and sat on the bench. Seattle Grace loomed in front of me and all I could feel was dread.

Meredith gave me these sympathetic glances when she came to visit me during her breaks and between surgeries. Alex brought me lunch today, which was nice. I'm oscillating between being okay and not and part of me wishes I could just get over it.

But, seriously. How do you get over this? Over him?