₍ Life has a way of writing unexpected stories; not long ago, it was Denny lying in the hospital, hovering between life and death, but now he was on his way to see Izzie—one of the most important people in his life, someone who had once fought for him. Now, it was up to him to ensure she didn't have to fight alone. He walked inside and headed toward the room, where he saw the woman asleep with a boy—looking to be about fifteen or sixteen—sitting beside her bed. Denny paused in the doorway and gave a quiet cough. ₎ Am I interrupting, @AJFordTWD?
“ i'm not telling you to take me there, i know it's probably not possible—— ”
she blinked, looking at him.
“ are you sure? it's not a fact that i'll have a vision, it may or may not happen. and last time i was at a crime scene . . . let's say it was not pretty. ”
₍ Sometimes life plays big jokes that aren't entirely funny, and this time it was no different. Denny stood there, staring at her body on the bed. Not so long ago, he had been in her shoes. What Denny didn't know was that Izzie thought he was dead, a figment of her imagination. He took a step closer and sat down in the chair next to her. His gaze lingered on her face, and he took her pale hand in his. ₎
Meredith told me ... everything, Izzie, you have to get treatment, fight just like you fought for me back then. I don't know what your head is telling you, but I won't leave you with this. You're not paranoid, I'm here, do you hear me?
(Before her diagnosis, only a few months had passed since Izzie Stevens lost Denny Duquette—or at least, that's what everyone at the hospital kept reminding her. Grief had barely begun to settle when her own world collapsed. She was diagnosed with Stage Four metastatic melanoma.