A helicopter.

Flick, flick, flick- the loud sound penetrates my eardrums. Too loud, I thought. Way too loud.

I don't know how long I've been awake, but it must have been an eternity. I almost died, I thought, almost died.

Lexie died first.
Mark died, too.

But not before Derek. That must have done it for Mark.

Derek collapsed and never woke up again. Between the wailing of Meredith - My sister and my husband are dead! - And you're still my person! - Between all of that, Arizona died last.

I didn't see Lexie die, but I saw her corpse. She looked peaceful, sleeping solemnly like that.

Mark was in grief. He mumbled something to Arizona - I couldn't hear - but then he died.

She cried for a while, they were both crying. Meredith and Arizona, Arizona and Meredith. When one stopped, the other started.

Then it was just Meredith, the infection was really bad for Arizona. I watched her blue eyes flutter before shutting forever.

If we make it back, I need to tell Callie not to die. She'll want to die, I thought, as I watched her wife die.

I don't know when it was when I fell asleep, but I never should have. Meredith took off, and I couldn't find her.

And then the helicopters came.

They picked up the corpses that surrounded me, and I told them about my best friend - how she disappeared.

I couldn't speak after that, I felt as if all feeling were stripped from me.

I hadn't let anyone touch me, but Owen was there, and I thought I could let him touch me. It would be okay, just for a little while.

Just until they find Meredith, I thought.

I didn't speak again, until they found her.

Alex came to see me, and he rolled my wheelchair down to the morgue to look at her corpse. I must have cried, I think I found myself wailing - I don't know.

Alex looked terrible, I remembered. He grumbled something about Arizona taking his place - he was the one that should have died. When he said that, I couldn't help but laugh.

You don't know.

You know nothing.

We headed back for the elevator and it opened to reveal Callie.

It was her turn to look at the corpses. Her dead best friend, her dead wife. I wasn't facing Alex, so I don't know how he looked - but Callie looked miserable - lifeless, her tanned skin was pale.

He murmured something under his breath, and Callie punched him, sending him to the floor. She kicked at him for a while before strutting off into the morgue.

He laid there for a while - so I just watched the elevator doors close.

Owen came and talked to me, because I decided not to speak anymore. He wanted to move back in with me, to take care of me and make sure that I was not alone in this. He'd do it all, he told me. He'd shoulder all of my burdens.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to do anything - I wished that helicopter never came.

My mind was blank, I couldn't think.

And then Bailey came in and told me that Zola was my child.

My responsibility.

So I had to live again.

I thought that was strange, because I never wanted children.

But Zola was an orphan, because her parents died in the plane crash that killed everyone but me.

I thought it was all so strange, the way Bailey brought her in - the way she smiled at me, tugging at my lifeless, black hair. I wondered what she saw in my face, in my eyes, to smile like that.

When I looked at her, I thought, maybe I'll live a little while longer.

I was considering extending this story - where Cristina fixes things with Owen and takes responsibility for Zola. I found it odd that both Callie and Meredith wanted Cristina as a godmother when she didn't even want kids - so this oneshot emerged.