She Hates Me

[dr_alex_karev]

It's late, and I'm bleary-eyed, but if I don't finish this charting tonight, I will hate myself tomorrow. As I'm nearing the bottom of the stack, I glance up and catch the back of Meredith's head. I groan and slide the stack off of the counter, ducking into the lounge. I just can't deal with it tonight. I need to get this shit done.

As I use my foot to shove the door open, I see Izzie sitting in a chair. I don't know if she's working or not, and I don't really care.

"I need a place," I explain as I drop the stuff on the table. She can stay or go, it's up to her.