Banner by Angie
"How Did I Get Here?"
Rating: T
Chapter 1
Izzie Stevens and Miranda Bailey were the only remaining doctors in the Denny Duquette memorial clinic. After a long day of endless patients, the other doctors had finished their shifts and gone to Joe’s.
News of the free clinic had initially traveled slower than Izzie would have liked, but after three weeks, the clinic was busier than she ever could have imagined. Today was no exception. When Dr. Bailey had opened the doors for business at 8:00a.m., there were already seven patients waiting to take advantage of the clinic’s free services. The patients continued in a steady stream throughout the day, and now, at 9:15p.m., Izzie and Dr. Bailey were completing the last of the paperwork.
The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the comfortable silence in which the doctors had been working, causing both women to jump slightly. Reaching into the pocket of her lab coat, Dr. Bailey read the caller ID and answered.
“Tucker, I know I’m late. I’m leaving the clinic right now.” Bailey listened to her husband’s answer through the phone, smiling and ending their brief phone call when she said, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” She put her cell back into her coat and turned to Izzie. “Do you mind finishing up these charts? I only have a couple more to do in my pile, but I promised Tucker I would be home early tonight.”
“Sure, Dr. Bailey, no problem,” Izzie told her, envious of her superior. There was no one waiting for Izzie to come home, no one to call and make sure that she was okay if she was running late. “I’ll lock up in a bit. You go home to your husband.” The resident smiled appreciatively at her intern, gathered her things and headed to the door.
“Thanks a lot Izzie. It’s getting late so I’ll lock the door behind me. Oh, and Addison’s opening up the clinic tomorrow, so if she needs help finding her way around, give her a hand. It is her first shift at the clinic.”
With that, Dr. Bailey left. Now unaccompanied by her coworkers, Izzie realized she was kind of glad for the time alone in the clinic. It was, after all, the only connection she had left to Denny, and it was nice not have to share it with anyone for awhile.
It took Izzie another half hour to finish up the charts after Dr. Bailey left the clinic. She was filing the charts in a file cabinet when her cell phone rang. The screen told her it was Meredith calling, and she flipped it open on its second ring.
“Hey Mer, how is Joe’s?”
“It’s great Iz; I was actually calling to tell you to come on over when you finish up your charts. Everyone is here except for you so get your ass over here!”
Izzie smiled at the drunkenness of her friend, grateful for the invitation. It had been a long day, and she could certainly use a few drinks to help her relax. “Actually I just finished up. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
She ended the call and headed to the back area that served as a locker room for the doctors on duty. Izzie was taking her tote bag out of the locker when she thought she heard a sound in the front of the clinic. She froze temporarily, not moving as she strained to listen for any further noises. Hearing nothing more, she relaxed slightly, thinking maybe she was hearing things. Gathering the rest of her belongings, she exited the locker room, fishing through her bag for her keys.
The sound of crunching glass caused Izzie to glance up sharply. There was a man standing inside the entrance of the clinic, his right hand bleeding at his side. Inside his hand he held a knife.
Izzie felt paralyzed by her thoughts as her mind raced to assess the situation. She noticed the broken glass at his feet, and realized that he had broken the window on the clinic’s door. Obviously he had done so with his right hand, which was now dripping blood onto the shards of glass that lay on the floor.
At about five feet away, she could see he was shaking and sweating, and she noticed his aggravated behavior. She presumed that he was experiencing some type of drug withdrawal, which only distressed her more. It was harder to reason with drug users, she thought. She decided the best thing to do would be to give him what he wanted and get him out of the clinic as quickly as possible. She could call the police then.
They looked at one another for what seemed like hours, but was certainly no longer than a minute. Finally, Izzie said, “Look, if you broke into the clinic to steal drugs, fine. Tell me what you want and I'll get it.”
He stared at her for several moments, clearly taken by surprise at both her presence and at her cooperative attitude. “Demerol,” he eventually told her. “I want all that you have.” Izzie started to turn toward the back, but he abruptly advanced toward her, raising his knife in the process.
He was directly in front of her in a matter of seconds, surprising her with his swiftness and with his physical stature. She had not realized his full physique from his position in the door way, but now, with him towering over her, her fear intensified greatly. He was at least six inches taller than her 5’8 frame, and he probably outweighed her by 90 pounds. With the knife now biting into her throat, she felt her body begin to shake. “I’m going with you,” he forcefully told her. “There’ll be no stunts, do you understand?”
Izzie merely stared at him, too petrified to respond. The gravity of the situation was finally sinking in, and she realized this irrational man could easily kill her. “Do you understand?” he repeated loudly as he grabbed one shoulder and shook her. She jumped as she was jarred from her reverie, and she felt the knife he was holding to her throat superficially pierce her skin.
“Yes,” she whispered shakily. Together, they turned the corner, walking to the locked supply closet. Her keys were still in her hands, and she brought the correct key to the lock, willing her hands to stop trembling long enough for her to fit the key into the hole.
She finally did after several failed attempts, and together they entered the closet. She quickly retrieved a half empty box that contained several small dosages of Demerol, and handed the entire container to her captor.
“This is it?” he demanded angrily, yelling into her face. “This is all you are giving me?”
“That is all we have,” Izzie desperately explained. “It was a busy day, and we don’t keep a large supply of narcotic analgesics here. This is only a clinic. Large supplies of those types of drugs are only kept in hospitals.”
He looked at her angrily, unhappy with her explanation. Finally he said, “Get me a syringe.” She did, and he quickly administered it into his body, visibly relaxing within moments. With his eyes closed, he savored the moment of pleasure, and Izzie noticed that his entire body language changed.
Eventually he reopened his eyes, focusing his attention of her once again. “You’re a doctor?” he questioned. She nodded her head slightly. “Fix my hand,” he demanded, thrusting it into her face. She stared at it momentarily, and then turned to the shelves in the supply closet to retrieve antiseptic and sutures.
They walked into the main area of the clinic and sat inside one of the curtained areas. Izzie turned on the medical lamp and angled it over his injury. It wasn’t a serious wound, and after cleaning off the clotted area, she only had to give him three sutures. It took her twice as long as the job would have normally because she was unable to control her shaking hands.
When she was finally finished, she looked him the eye. “That’s it. You got what you came for, now you need to leave,” she said, willing her voice to sound stronger than she felt. They stared at each other in silence, which to Izzie, felt like an eternity. She then jumped at the ringing of her phone, which penetrated their silence.
Unsure what to do, she merely stared at her tote bag which lay abandoned on the floor where she had dropped it when she initially saw the intruder. Making an impulsive decision, Izzie leapt off the stool in the direction of her phone, willing the caller not to hang up. If she could only let someone know she needed help…
She hit the ground with great force as the intruder tackled her from behind. Her forehead connected with the cold, sterile floor and her vision momentarily doubled, causing her to feel disjointed. She was forcefully turned over onto her back, so that she was now staring up her attacker. She could see the anger on his face, and his body language no longer conveyed the relaxation that he had felt when he had injected himself with Demerol.
“Where to in such a hurry, Blondie?” he asked with a sneer.
“My…my friends are waiting for me. They know I’m here. They’ll come looking for me. You need to leave now, or…or…”
“Or what?” he demanded, but Izzie couldn’t seem to formulate any logical response. In addition to her fear, her pounding head was making it impossible for her to think. The intruder laughed cruelly at the obvious look of confusion and fear on her face. “That’s what I thought. You’re not going anywhere right now. There’s much more that you can give me before I leave.”
Izzie closed her eyes in disgust as she felt his hands roam beneath her top, covering her breasts. “Yeah,” he snarled. “You have much more to give to me.”
‘This cannot happen,’ Izzie thought. ‘Get up, Izzie. Fight him. You can’t let him do this to you.’ With all the strength she could muster, she flung herself at him, catching him off guard. He tumbled off her and she struggled to stand up, but he had her pinned to the ground before she had even made it to her feet. He hit her hard across the abdomen and Izzie though she could feel a rib break inside of her.
He retrieved his knife from where it had fallen on the floor, and he violently cut her top down the middle, ripping it off her trembling frame. Unable to put on any sort of brave front any longer, tears began to fall from her eyes. He placed the knife over her heart and looked directly in her eyes, piercing her smooth skin maliciously, creating a diagonal incision in the skin.
“Try anything like that again, and I will cut your heart out,” he promised with a whisper. “Understand?”
Izzie nodded silently, wanting to scream at the pain from her bleeding chest and fractured rib but unable to formulate any sound. His hands began undressing her, and she closed her eyes, wanting to be anywhere but here. This clinic was everything to her, and now she was being brutally attacked on the new linoleum floors. Was Denny watching this happen to her in the confining walls of his legacy? She felt her panties being ripped from her body, and the searing pain as he powerfully forced his way inside of her.
With that, she closed her eyes and let unconsciousness take over, hoping that Meredith would wonder why she hadn’t made it to Joe’s and would come looking for her.
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I think one of the things that pulled me in was Izzie's fear, and how you made me feel it. 
