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Title: Between the dust and the debris...
Characters/Pairing: Izzie, Izzie/Alex
Prompt: # 15 – Alone, from the angst table at
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Saltwater stains bloom dark blue on the knees of her scrubs. The balled Kleenex in her fist reveals mascara, jet black, and smudged pink gloss.
Her palms are sticky slick, a dewy cocktail of saliva and sweat. Fingers clenched, unclenched. Heart lodged high and hard in the back of her throat.
The locker room is crowded, stifling. Myriad voices blending jaggedly into the blur of burnt orange scrubs.
But as she tucks a scrap of stained note paper into his cubby, scrawled print spelling out all it is that she can't admit out loud, she's never felt so completely alone...
Characters/Pairing: Izzie, Izzie/Alex
Prompt: # 15 – Alone, from the angst table at
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Saltwater stains bloom dark blue on the knees of her scrubs. The balled Kleenex in her fist reveals mascara, jet black, and smudged pink gloss.
Her palms are sticky slick, a dewy cocktail of saliva and sweat. Fingers clenched, unclenched. Heart lodged high and hard in the back of her throat.
The locker room is crowded, stifling. Myriad voices blending jaggedly into the blur of burnt orange scrubs.
But as she tucks a scrap of stained note paper into his cubby, scrawled print spelling out all it is that she can't admit out loud, she's never felt so completely alone...