Post-Prom. What
happens when someone from Izzie's past suddenly comes back into her
life? How will she handle it? READ AND REVIEW!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I was laying in bed, listening to the clock's subtle, yet present noise. I wiped the away the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I'd finally given up my spot on the floor and had decided to lie in bed from now on.
They made me take my dress off. Cristina hid it in the back of my closet so I wouldn't see it as often. It didn't matter. I knew it was there. When they're all gone, away at work, I sometimes put it back on, just for Denny. But then I start to feel selfish. If I hadn't spent all my time changing my outfit, I would have been able to get to the hospital faster. If I had gotten there faster, Denny, the love of my life, would still be here.
These realizations only make life without him less bearable.
I sat up in bed, fully aware of the fact that I would not be getting any more sleep that night. The clock, the one that won't stop ticking, read 3:53. It's three fifty three in the God damn morning and I'm wide awake. Maybe there's a reason.
I turn on my lamp and reach under my pillow, grabbing the photo album I'd made. It was full of pictures of Denny and I. After my shifts were over, I used to go visit him for a few hours. Sure, I barely had time for myself, but I loved Denny. Love was about giving yourself to another person. I gave myself to Denny, and look where I ended up. Alone, grieving for the one man I can't live without but will never get back.
I look back down at the photo album and see pictures of us playing Scrabble and having "picnics" together. We always had such a great time together. There was never a dull moment between us. Conversation rarely lacked, but when it did, it was only because we were both taking in the details that we loved about the other. The way his hair looked, smelled. That cute, little smile he flashed me right before he put a dirty word down on the Scrabble board. The way he always let me win our little tournaments. How he didn't complain when I woke him up at midnight to say, "Hi," because I had finally finished my shift then. And everything in between.
The phone rings.
I hear Meredith and George both groan when the phone doesn't stop ringing. They had gotten home around 11 and were exhausted, so I decided to pick it up to save them from any discontent.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hello. I'm Donna Walters and—"
"Do you know what time it is?" I cut her off.
"Yes," the woman said, clearly annoyed. "It's seven in the morning, why?"
"Yeah, well it's only four here, and we'd all really like to get back to sleep if you don't mind." She didn't have to know that I had no interest in sleep. She'd never know I wanted to get back to remembering every little detail about my love.
"Ma'am, I'm pretty sure you're going to want to listen to me. It's about Hannah."
"H-Hannah. Why? What happened? Is she okay?"
"Relax, Miss Stevens. Hannah is perfectly fine. I'm afraid that I have some bad news, though."
"What? What is it?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Davis, her adoptive parents, are dead."
I swear my heart stopped beating. "T-t-they're dead? But…how? I don't get it?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Stevens, but the Davises were killed in an automobile accident at five-thirty this morning. An eighteen wheeler hit them straight on, killing them both immediately."
I felt speechless, but I knew I had to say something. "Where was Sar…I mean, Hannah? Why wasn't she hurt?"
"She was at a friend's house. Her parents went away for the weekend and were returning home."
I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "How is she?"
"Hannah? She's still in shock. She's sitting in the next room with social services, actually, if you'd like to speak with her."
"No! I mean, not right now. Thank you, though, for letting me know." I was about to hang up when I heard the woman scream, "Wait!"
"Yes?"
"That wasn't the main reason for my phone call."
"Well, what was your reason, then?"
"The Davises will states that if anything were to happen to them, you'd become Hannah's guardian."
"Wait! What? Are you kidding me? I can't take care of a child! I'm a surgical int…well, I just can't, okay? I'm really sorry, ma'am. I wish there were something I could do, but there isn't."
"Miss Stevens, do you really want to put her up for adoption again? I can place her in foster homes until someone decides to adopt her, but I'm telling you, she'd be better off in a permanent home. Foster homes aren't always the best places to raise kids. The constant shuffle from house to house can be overwhelming on a child that just suffered such a tragedy as Hannah did. I mean, the only parents that she ever really knew were just killed. Not to make you feel pressured, miss, but do you really think you could do that to her?"
I mumble, "No."
"What?"
"No! I said no, okay? I'll do it. I'll take her."
"I believe you made the right choice, Miss Stevens. I'll take care of everything legal and I promise to keep you informed every step of the way. If everything goes smoothly, she should be in your custody by next weekend."
It was Sunday, which meant that I had about a week to prepare for this. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Okay. Thanks, I guess."
"You're very welcome, Miss Stevens. I'll be in touch, okay?"
"Alright. Goodbye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone. What the hell have I done? How am I going to handle this? And how the hell am I going to tell Meredith, George, Cristina, Alex…everybody?!
Panic filled my mind. Silence filled the room. Fear racked my body. For once, my heartbeat was louder than the incessant ticking of the clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Tock. Tick. Tock.
A/N: Just in case you don't remember, Hannah is Izzie's daughter. She had her when she was a teenager and gave her up for adoption. She was named Hannah by her adoptive parents, but Izzie named her Sara for herself.
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