"So I followed you." Denny grinned a little. "If you need a place, you can stay at my apartment. I think that was my apartment. The EMT guy wrote down the address for me." It was an apartment for one from the look of it, but Denny didn't really mind sharing his space with her.
He grew a little serious and quiet, letting her check the machines and press cold bits of steel against his skin. "You think I'm going to have to stay here again?" Denny held onto the hope that he'd be able to lead a semi-normal life outside the hospital. He also knew that Izzie wasn't the most impartial observer here. He'd have to find a cardiac specialist by the end of the day.