Well, that matter was settled. They'd be together. Whenever he could get out of the hospital. "Good," he said, quite pleased. Denny could have powered a small city with the power of his smile.
"Hey," Denny caught her eye. "I already did enough damage to your career. If you need to go... I'm not going anywhere for a little while. And even after I'm discharged? You're going to have a hell of a time getting rid of me." Before dying, Denny wouldn't have classified himself a touchy person. Now he was trying to get Izzie's hand back in his. He just wanted to keep feeling her skin on his for fear of having that privilege taken away.