Mr. Clark walked the seemingly empty hallways warily. He had seen the SWAT team vehicle outside in the parking lot, and was sure that they would enter the hospital soon enough. A sudden movement caught his eye, and he raised the pistol quickly. There stood a woman in dark blue scrubs, the scrubs he had learned that only surgeons wore. Without so much as hesitating, he fired the gun and the woman dropped quickly. Blood pooled out around her and she only convulsed once before dying.
"Hey! You sick bastard! You just shot her!" A voice rang out behind him, and Mr. Clark whirled around. He fired his gun into the figure instinctively, not bothering to see who it was until it was too late. Much to his regret, he realized that he had just shot a patient. Even worse, it was a young teenage girl. She lay in a growing pool of blood, sobbing and clutching her side.
"I'm so sorry." Mr. Clark muttered, shaking his head. He went to turn when footsteps and the sound of wheels caught his attention. He saw a young blonde woman in light blue scrubs pushing a cart come around the bend.
The bleeding girl on the floor fought to hear what her shooter was saying as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her vision blurred in an out of focus, but she could make out the form of a woman in scrubs. After a few seconds, much to her dismay, she heard a gunshot, and the woman dropped. Hopeless, the girl closed her eyes and waited to die.
Lexie had to fight to keep herself together. She had just nearly been shot. She was almost with George and Izzie and her mother again. The thought haunted her the whole way back to Alex's room, where she forced herself to clear her head and focus on helping the bleeding man.
When the SWAT team finally came to escort them out, Lexie, Sloan, and Alex were ushered out of the hospital. It was when she finally got outside that Lexie remembered her sister. Mr. Clark had said he had only intended to kill three people: Dr. Weber, Derek, and herself. And wherever Derek was, Meredith was going to be. Without thinking for her own safety, Lexie ran back into the hospital to find her sister.
Lexie sprinted through the halls, her loud footsteps echoing off of the walls. She rounded another corner and suddenly found herself flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. A pain shot through her spine and tailbone, and she groaned. Feeling warmness on her back and arms, she looked down to see she had slipped in a giant pool of blood. Lexie turned to see a young girl staring at her helplessly, trying to stop the bleeding from her side.
"Oh my God. Can you hear me sweetie?" Lexie stuttered, grabbing a pair of gloves off of the abandoned supply cart next to them. She pulled them on and gently rolled the shot girl onto her back. To her relief, the girl nodded weakly.
"Ok, good. I need you to tell me your name, alright?" Lexie said gently. She undid the girl's gown enough so that her torso was exposed, leaving her only with her bra. Blood was still streaming out of the wound heavily, and Lexie quickly grabbed gauze off of the cart. She held it to the wound and pressed firmly on it.
"A-Alice." The teenager panted out. She groaned as Lexie applied more pressure to the wound.
"Ok, Alice, you're going to be alright, understand?" Lexie told her, pulling the blood soaked gauze away from the wound. Alice nodded and clenched her jaw. Her face and lips were drained of color, and her skin had begun to feel cold.
Lexie grabbed everything she could salvage off of the cart, but there wasn't much. She ended up with only a role of medical tape, more gauze, several clamps, a few forceps, and a few bandages.
"Ok, Alice, I need you to bite down on this, because this is really going to hurt." Lexie said as comfortingly as she could. The teenager took the bit of gauze into her mouth and prepared herself for the pain.
Lexie rolled the much younger girl onto her side and saw that there was no exit wound. She gently set Alice onto her back again and saw the look of anguish on the teenager's pale face. "I'm so sorry." She said, tears welling in her eyes. She took one of the forceps and put a finger on opposite sides of the wound. With that, the doctor plunged the forceps into the wound and gripped the bullet. She pulled it out slowly, trying to block out the cries of agony from the writhing girl she was extracting the bullet from.
At last, the bullet was out, along with a lot more blood, and Lexie tossed the surgical tool to the side. It skidded down the hallway as she immediately held more gauze to the wound. Alice had fallen silent except for the occasional whimper, and she spit the gauze out onto the floor beside her.
"You're doing great." Lexie told Alice. The teenager made eye contact with her for the first time.
"I thought he shot you." She nearly whispered. Her eyelids fluttered and she forced them open.
"Almost." Lexie said breathlessly. The fresh memory came back to her and she shook it away, intent on stopping the bleeding.
Alice didn't say anything else, and her muscles clenched further. S small squeak escaped her lips and to Lexie's surprise, she started trying to sit up. "Hey, you need to lie back, okay?" The doctor said, putting a bloody hand on the girl's shoulder. Alice fell back onto her elbow and stared past Lexie.
"You shouldn't have come back here." The low voice cause Lexie to freeze. She looked into her patient's eyes and saw the terror, which instantly told her who was behind her. Turning around and getting up out of the kneeling position, she came face to face with Mr. Clark.
Okay, so I was watching a re-run of this episode on Netflix, and got the inspiration to write this. Tell me if its worth continuing please! Thanks.