Remembering Is The Hard Part (10/?)
A/N Sorry it’s been a while sense I updated I just started classes and I have been really busy, but I promise that I will update every weekend.
“Is this seat taken?”
George picked his head up off of the counter to see Cristina standing over him. George slowly shook his head then let it drop back down to the bar.
Cristina ordered a beer then looked down at George “I got to say you look like hell.” she stated.
George picked his head up again “Listen if you’re here just to make fun of me then please let me have a few more so I can pass out and not have to listen.” George slurred out.
“I’m not here to make fun of you.” Cristina said as she took a sip of beer.
George rested his face on his hand and looked at her in confusion “Then why are you here?” he asked.
Cristina put her drink on the counter and looked down at it “Why are you here?” she asked him.
George looked around “It’s a bar people come here to drink.” he said looking back at her.
“Yes I know it’s a bar dumb ass. I mean why are you here?” she looked over at him. George just stared at her Why am I here? How is this going to help me deal with what going on? “You are better then this George. You don’t go to a bar to drink away your sorrow.” Cristina said. It got quiet as they sat there looking at each other. After what seemed like a life time Cristina picked up her drink and took a sip then looked back over at George “Izzie has been asking for you.” she said as she put down her drink.
George sat up a little straighter “Yeah?” he ask.
Cristina nodded “Yeah she has been wondering why you have been upset so much. We just told her you were upset about the accident,” George looked down at the bar sadly “it’s not just the accident, is it?” she asked already knowing the answer.
George shook his head “No,” he whispered “it isn’t.”
“Then what is it?” Cristina asked.
George shook his head slightly “It’s everything…it’s Alex….it’s the accident…it’s Izzie’s memory….” he looked up at Cristina “it’s like if someone told you one day that Burke doesn’t remember you and it gets worse because not only does he not remember you he also wants some else. And it hurts so badly because he is the one person that understands you, that gets you, and he doesn’t even know how much he is hurting you.” he said looking down at the bar again “I just don’t know what I should do anymore.” he whispered.
Cristina looked down at him “You want to know what I would do?” George nodded slightly “I would suck it up. The woman you love is lying in a hospital bed right now, so she doesn’t remember what kind of relationship you guys had that doesn’t mean that you give up that means you fight as hard as you can to keep her.” George looked up at her confused.
“How? I’m not suppose to tell her anything about her past.”
“You don’t have to tell her anything about her past you can just make her fall in love with you all over again. George just because she doesn’t remember doesn’t mean those feelings aren’t there. And I think we both know Izzie is not suppose to be with Alex. Just give her a little time and she will realize it too. And who knows maybe her falling in love with you again will trigger her memories.” Cristina stated. George couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Cristina Yang was actually being nice and supportive. She’s right you drunken loser. Izzie fell in love with you once who’s to say she won’t fall in love with you again. You just need to be the George she fell in love with and everything should be fine….But she fell in love with me after we slept together, how an I suppose to make her fall in love with me again if I don’t sleep with her first?…..I will figure something out right now I just have to make her realize how wrong Alex is for her and to do that I have to do the one thing I didn’t want to do….I have to pretend like nothing ever happened between us and I have to become best friend George again. I can do this!
An hour later after drinking about three thousand cups of coffee and washing his face in the bathroom just as many times George finally found his way to Izzie’s door.
“Knock - Knock.” George said sticking just his head into the room. Izzie looked over at him and smiled. She had the TV on and was watching one of the cooking shows that George never understood why she liked them.
“Hey you came back.” she said picking up the remote and turning off the TV.
George walked into the room and shut the door behind him “Yeah I thought you might need the company.” Lifted up his right hand that had flowers in them “These are for you.” he said putting them on the table at the end of her bed. George sat down on the chair next to the bed and reached out and grabbed her hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
Izzie rolled her eyes “I’m sick of answering that question.” she said.
“Ok then I won’t ask how you are feeling I will just ask you about…” George looked all over the room then his eyes landed on the bed “How is the bed? Is it too firm? Or is it to squishy? Because I know I don’t like it when I have to lie on a bed of bricks or I lay down and I just sink into the bed.”
Izzie laughed “Because you lay on bricks on a daily bases.” she laughed a little more.
“Oh yeah all the time. Some days when I don’t get the chance to lay on bricks I start twitching and it’s like I’m going through withdrawal.” George joked. He loved that he was making Izzie laugh, to George that was the best sound ever…. when Izzie laughed.
“So where have you been?” Izzie asked still giggling slightly.
George cleared his throat and looked down at their hands together “I was clearing him head. I needed some fresh air.” he looked back up at her face and smiled “But I’m back now and I’m here for anything you need. Foot rub? Jello? Trashy tabloid magazines? Anything you want I will get for you.” he said.
Izzie smiled at him “Just you being here is enough.” she said.
George smiled wider “I can do that.” he said leaning forward and touched her cheek.
Just outside the door Cristina was looking in through the window.
She smiled slightly “Good for you George.” she said then walked away leaving Izzie and George alone to be together.