He slid over a bit to give her more room. Denny never felt as comfortable in a hospital bed as when Izzie was in it with him. Arm sliding around her, he was struck by how well they fit together. Still. "There is nothing I'd like more than to marry you." He kissed her. "But I think I should do it right this time. I want to get healthy. I want to get down on one knee. I want to give you a big wedding in a pretty dress." An in order to do that, he needed first to be healthy. With a beautiful woman in his arms, it didn't seem so impossible a task. "We're going to do this," he said and though he didn't say as much, he was promising her this. "We wouldn't be here if we couldn't do this. The world's not that unfair. I'm going to get healthy again. And then we're going to get married. And have more sex than any two people have any right to." He couldn't help throwing that in. The grin on his face was both lewd and apologetic at once. "And then..." He wasn't sure where they'd go from there, but growing old with Izzie seemed the best possible future. He settled into her, pulling her a little closer and resting against her. "And then will come everything else."