If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?
Denny: For five years, I’ve had to live by the choices of my doctors; the guys that cut me open, decided my life. There wasn’t one choice that was mine. And now, I have this heart that beats and works. I get to be like everybody else. I get to make my own decisions, have my own life, do whatever the damn hell I choose. Now, here’s the good part, so you listen close: What I choose is you. You’re who I want to wake up with, and go to bed with, and do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you, Izzie Stevens.
Izzie: You have to do this for me or I’ll never be able to forgive you.
Denny: For dying?
Izzie: No! For making me love you!
Izzie: Everyone entered into the transplant program is clocked in to the second… to the second, Denny. You were clocked in to the second and so was the other guy. I checked with UNOS. The difference between when you entered the program and when he entered the program is 17 seconds. That’s it, Denny, 17 seconds. I mean, that’s not even the length of a decent kiss. So, this other guy? I’m not saying that he doesn’t deserve this heart. I’m sure he does. But so. Do. You. So do you. And if you tell me anymore crap about heading towards the light or looking down on me from heaven, I swear… I will kill you myself right now.
Denny: Izzie… I’m gonna be alright, alright? You don’t have to worry.
Izzie: What about me? What about me when you go to the light?
Denny: Izzie…
Izzie: No! I get it, okay? I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine, but what about me?! Don’t do it for yourself, do it for me! Please? Please, Denny? Please do this for me! Because if you die… Oh, God. You have to do this! You have to do this for me, or I’ll never be able to forgive you!
Denny: For dying?
Izzie: No! For making me love you!
