Izzie's heart hurt in her chest. Hurt worse than Denny's had at the end when he was getting all the oxygen and morphine they could pump into him. Hurt worse than Denny's had at the end when he'd been all alone and she'd been trying on too many damned dresses. She imagined that if the man on the bed opened his eyes and looked at her, her heart would explode inside her chest cavity. That could happen, right? Spontaneous human heart combustion?
Whatever. She'd heard of weirder shit (seen some for that matter, this hospital was almost like The Weekly World News with the patients they got) so. Whatever.
The insane exploding heart idea must have been what made her start to hyperventilate. It couldn't be that this man just looked like Denny. Her Denny who had asked her to marry him and then died before he could even see her at her best. She thought the hyperventilating was what made him open his eyes.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'll go. I was going. I mean. Going. This is me. Going," Izzie's eyes were tearing up and she was crying without being able to stop babbling at him. Her mouth hurt from smiling through the tears.
"Really? That's sad. I haven't even had a chance to get your name."
John Smith was smiling at her cautiously. It wasn't a practiced smile. Izzie choked as she realized it wasn't Denny's smile at all. He wasn't charming like her Denny. He looked like him, but this man wasn't. Wasn't Denny.
"I'm Izzie and you're not Denny. Oh that is so stupid. I'm so stupid," she was crying and she couldn't stop smiling. Izzie wondered if Sloane would be able to fix her face if she broke it.
"I don't know Denny. I'm John."
John's eyes were soft as he looked at her. He looked at her like Denny. Izzie laughed without meaning to because he hadn't even checked her out. She'd been watching to see if he would and he hadn't. She wondered if it was because she was crying while grinning like a lunatic or if he really was that classy.
"Denny's dead, John. He was going to marry me and now he's dead. You have no idea how much---"
"It hurts?" John stopped her and his eyes were very bright as though he might have tears of his own to shed.
"Trust me, Izzie. I know how much it hurts."
John lifted his hand -taped up with IVs and so familiar she was breaking all over again- and beckoned. Izzie flew across the room to land in his arms, welcomed and welcoming in return. He held her as she cried and she held him as he did not.
John was not Denny but he held her as she fell apart and saved her from her own demons if only for a little while. He grieved with her in ways she had allowed no one else to. He took her grief, her loss, and suffered along with her as he brought his own without saying a word.
In that moment, John Winchester became Izzie's hero.
Whatever. She'd heard of weirder shit (seen some for that matter, this hospital was almost like The Weekly World News with the patients they got) so. Whatever.
The insane exploding heart idea must have been what made her start to hyperventilate. It couldn't be that this man just looked like Denny. Her Denny who had asked her to marry him and then died before he could even see her at her best. She thought the hyperventilating was what made him open his eyes.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'll go. I was going. I mean. Going. This is me. Going," Izzie's eyes were tearing up and she was crying without being able to stop babbling at him. Her mouth hurt from smiling through the tears.
"Really? That's sad. I haven't even had a chance to get your name."
John Smith was smiling at her cautiously. It wasn't a practiced smile. Izzie choked as she realized it wasn't Denny's smile at all. He wasn't charming like her Denny. He looked like him, but this man wasn't. Wasn't Denny.
"I'm Izzie and you're not Denny. Oh that is so stupid. I'm so stupid," she was crying and she couldn't stop smiling. Izzie wondered if Sloane would be able to fix her face if she broke it.
"I don't know Denny. I'm John."
John's eyes were soft as he looked at her. He looked at her like Denny. Izzie laughed without meaning to because he hadn't even checked her out. She'd been watching to see if he would and he hadn't. She wondered if it was because she was crying while grinning like a lunatic or if he really was that classy.
"Denny's dead, John. He was going to marry me and now he's dead. You have no idea how much---"
"It hurts?" John stopped her and his eyes were very bright as though he might have tears of his own to shed.
"Trust me, Izzie. I know how much it hurts."
John lifted his hand -taped up with IVs and so familiar she was breaking all over again- and beckoned. Izzie flew across the room to land in his arms, welcomed and welcoming in return. He held her as she cried and she held him as he did not.
John was not Denny but he held her as she fell apart and saved her from her own demons if only for a little while. He grieved with her in ways she had allowed no one else to. He took her grief, her loss, and suffered along with her as he brought his own without saying a word.
In that moment, John Winchester became Izzie's hero.
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