Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT!
It hadn't hurt. It was painless.
And he had stayed with her the entire time.
One moment, she was lying under the metal that was crushing her body, and the next, she was waking up in a white room, all alone, listening to the voices that were still playing in her head.
"I love you."
"You don't have to say it... just because I said it-
"I do. I love you. I've always loved you."
"Yeah?"
"I've always been in love with you.
I'll always be in love with you.
Which is why you have to stay alive.
We-we-we're going to get married.
You'll be an amazing surgeon.
And we're gonna have two or three kids."
"So Sophia can... have siblings."
"Yeah. Two boys and one girl."
"That's nice."
"We're gonna be happy Lexie.
You and me; we are gonna be really happy.
So you can't die, okay?
You can't die.
Because we are supposed to end up together.
We're meant to be."
"Meant... to... be."
"Meant to be?" Lexie whispered, shaking her head slowly as she took in the room around her. "Meant to be my ass! This is bull shit!"
"Nice to see you too," a deep voice said from behind her.
She turned, taking in the man dressed in army clothes, leaning against an abandoned stretcher.
Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly.
"Holy-"
A/N: I really wanted to write a story about Lexie. I miss her! I'm not totally sure where this is going yet so let me know your ideas on what Lexie should have to do before she can move on.
