Izzie Stevens

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ɪᴢᴢɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴꜱ “ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.” • ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏɴᴄᴏʟᴏɢɪꜱᴛ, ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ ꜱʟᴏᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪꜱᴛ • ꜱᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʟꜱ ɴᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ

Mama needs a drink.

The Queen.

A guilty grin appears on the blonde’s face, as she stares at the woman on the other side of the break room. “Hi—Izzie.” She juts a thumb towards herself by way of introduction. “Heard your muffin got taken. That-that sucks. Who would 𝙙𝙤 such a thing?”

// Feel free to invade my dms with ideas

Izzie would most likely be happy to replace the ill gotten treat with an entire basket of muffins—full of penitence and chocolate—if only the stranger would introduce themselves, so she could apologize properly.

All’s fair in love and chocolate.

// Hello, I would love to write. Please and thank you.

So whoever left that chocolate chip muffin in the lounge…sorry, but she was /starving/.

Of course not. In fact you should come over and help me fixed their broken security camera. And bring a bathing suit. Y’know, in case it rains or something.

Not a chance.

My new neighbor does and they’re conveniently out of town.

She’s 99 percent sure she’s caught that cold that’s going around..

That’s what the best offer I’ve gotten in years.

I’m worse without you both.

I’ll take best man.

Maybe I need a quart of vodka at 7 AM

If so, I don’t think anyone would be surprised.

People. An inordinate amount of people, with possessing an inordinate amount of stupidity.

One day back at the hospital and Izzie already wants to pull her hair out.