A/N: Okay so I don't really write fan fictions but I guess after the season 8 finale I had to make an exception to make not only myself have some closure but other people like me who are also in mourning have some.

TAKE NOTE: This isn't only going to be centered with Mark and his condition after the accidents but it will also include the other characters.

Comments, suggestions and reviews are welcome and appreciated!

White light.

It's faint and a little bit far away but it's there.

Pure white light.

He doesn't need to be told where it leads to. He knows. He finds it appealing and beautiful, knowing that the moment he steps into it all the pain and hurt will go away. He'll be reunited with his one true love. The one he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

The one he was meant to be with.

He's overcome with joy and relief and he starts walking towards it.

But then he hears something loud. An aggressive hum of some sort. And a voice saying "They've come for us" He looks back at the light and it seems to be getting farther and farther away now. He tries to run faster but something's stopping him, like he's being held back. And just like that the white light disappears.

The first thing he feels is the pain in his chest and his ears fill with the load roar of the helicopter.

He hears Christina and Meredith yelling "We're here, we're here!" He opens his eyes and sees leaves flying everywhere and feels Arizona rubbing his head saying "They've come for us Mark. We're going to be okay"

He sees scattered pigments of light and three men in red jackets come out of the surrounding trees. One of them grabs his walkie talkie and says speaks furiously saying "We found them!" and gives them the coordinates to their location. The other man runs to them, Arizona and him, and the other runs by where Cristina, Meredith and Derek are.

"Okay give me a run down on what we have" he demands

"Okay, he had Cardiac Tamponade but Meredith did a Pericardial Senthesis so he's stable for now but he needs to get to the hospital ASAP and I'm not sure what's wrong with the pilot he was responsive a couple of hours ago but he eventually passed out. My leg is broken and I'm pretty sure I have an infection and signs of internal bleeding" Arizona replied quickly.

While Meredith's trying to help Derek stand up that's when Cristina pulls aside a rescuer "We were six doctors on that plane, only five left now. We had one casualty earlier; she's trapped under there by the broken piece of the wing" she points to where Lexie's body now lays lifeless. "Now make sure to get her whole body and I mean whole body back to Seattle" she demands.

Then more men come out of the trees rushing towards them and scattering all asking the same questions and getting the same answers. They lift Mark up first and lay him down on a stretcher seeing as he's in the most critical condition. "Sir, I need you to stay awake and responsive. Why don't you tell me your name" a paramedic asks. He just stares blankly into space. "Sir I need you to tell me your name" the paramedic demands again. He didn't say anything at all

Couldn't say anything at all.

It seems like an eternity when finally Arizona answers for him emphasizing the word 'doctor' for good measure.

"Okay Dr. Sloan we'll be getting you out of here, you just hang on tight" he encourages while strapping him up and checking for other wounds.

"Her body" Mark whispers weakly

"What?"

Mark grabs the paramedic's arm, so that his ear is close to his mouth, saying "Her body – bring her home – where she belongs" he lets go of his arm and continues staring back into space.

Another man overhears this and explains about the casualty and he looks back at Mark with a look of sympathy and gives him his word, assuring him that Lexie's body would be brought back to Seattle and that everything would be okay.

Okay. He hated that word. Mark knew that what the paramedic said was utterly false. He was wrong in so many levels. He would never be okay. He would never be fine. He would never anything. He was close to it thought. So close that he could feel it, taste it, see it. It was lost now. He lost it. He lost a lot of things today.

An oxygen mask is placed on his mouth and it brings him back from his thoughts. They're nearing the helicopter now and he knows that it's only a matter of time that they get back to the hospital.

He sees Cristina arguing with a paramedic saying that she's fine with walking and fusses over Meredith because she's passed out in the stretcher and mumbles something about severe internal bleeding; Derek who tries to get up and check on his wife but is unable to do so because he's being held back by the other paramedics. Beside Meredith he sees Jerry, the pilot, seizing. His eyes shift to Arizona who looks torn and in shock with both eyes and mouth open seeming as though she's about to go on another screaming fit or burst into tears.

See, he knew he would never be okay. All of them would never be okay. After going through that – even though alive would not be okay. Nothing would ever return back to normal. He knows it. They all know it. After this there would be nothing to call normal ever again.

After this there would be nothing to call okay ever again.

A/N: Okay so tell me is it good? Horrible? Okay? Should I keep going?

The next chapter is going to be about the state of the hospital and how they are when they find out that their plane crashed.

I'll update soon!

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