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CHAPTER SIXTY here's to future days. season five, episodes twenty one, twenty two, and twenty three.
CASSIE ENTERED IZZIE'S ROOM AT THE HOSPITAL AFTER BEING PAGED, RACING AROUND THE CORNER WITH A FRANTIC EXPRESSION. "What happened?" she questioned urgently, only to freeze in her steps at the sight of George, Meredith, Alex, Cristina, and Bailey standing calmly around Izzie's bedside.
"You're here!" Izzie smiled, holding out a fork with a piece of chicken on the end. "Come on, I need help choosing the main course for Meredith and Derek's wedding."
Cassie took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Izzie, you paged me 911."
Bailey turned to Izzie accusingly, her hands on her hips. "Isobel Stevens, you paged her 911 for taste testing?"
Izzie shrugged innocently. "She wouldn't have come otherwise. Besides, you can't yell at me. I have cancer." Everyone in the room rolled their eyes as Izzie turned back to Cassie. "Seriously, just try it."
"I'm a vegetarian," Cassie deadpanned.
"But I have cancer."
"That sucks, I'm a vegetarian."
Izzie sighed in defeat, turning her gaze back to Alex expectantly, who spoke through a large mouthful of food. "Chicken," he nodded. "Good chicken."
"Yeah, it's chicken," she scoffed. "I know it's chicken. I want to know what it tastes like."
"Tastes like chicken."
Izzie gave him a look. "I'm having surgery today." Bailey raised a brow. "Maybe. If the mets have shrunk. I am maybe having surgery today, and as such, I cannot taste the chicken for myself, so I really need you guys to tell me what it tastes like."
Cassie shook her head. "Not gonna happen."
"I need to nail down this dinner, so I can announce it on Meredith and Derek's wedding website—"
Meredith made a face of disgust. "There's a website?"
"Can you all please be a little more articulate than just chicken?"
George took a bite of the meat, making a sound of approval. "Wow, can you plan my wedding?"
"Are you kidding?" Izzie scoffed, as if it were completely obvious. "Of course I'm planning your wedding. Cassie's your best man, I already have her tuxedo picked out. Small venue, probably at the church off of Chestnut street if they have openings. Black and purple theme, no fish because Lily's allergic. Have you set a date yet?"
