I'm letting go, but I've never felt better.

She's a mess.

She knows it, he knows it, hell, everybody does.

But that doesn't change the fact that it's true.

She's a mess.

And she knows that it's wrong to only be worried about yourself in these kind of situations, but she can't help it.

She can't help a lot of things.

Her life is falling apart, her walls are crumbling down at a rapid pace that she feels she can't keep up with. And she's trying, she's trying her best to keep herself together, if that's even possible anymore.

She doesn't think it is because her whole world is falling apart, and she's just got the news that some of the closest people in her life have been involved in a horrid plane crash.

She's a mess.

"April?" The voice beside her asks and she snaps her attention back to the man by her side.

Jackson.

He's so gorgeous, and talented, and smart, and perfect.

And she prays that she won't mess this up, too.

"I'm coming." She follows him out the door, her hand tucked safely in his.

"We have to move fast. They're being flown in right now, and we don't yet know of the gravity of their injuries of any possible fatalities. So, " Chief Hunt pauses and glances at his watch. He stares back down at his awaiting and anxious employees. He's stood on the main stairs, his mobile phone in his hand. He gently touches his wedding ring and takes a deep breath, "Let's just- Let's just prepare ourselves for the worst, people." He nods as he descends the stairs.

Webber taps his shoulder reassuringly, "She'll be fine, Hunt. They all will."

Owen blinks a few times and picks up an awaiting chart off of the nurse's desk, "Let's hope so."

Webber watches him leave, a sorry look on his face. His gaze catches Alex, his back leant against the vending machine and his hands folded over his chest as he sighs with his eyes shut tight.

"Karev?" He walks over to the younger man and raises an eyebrow, "You doing okay?"

"I should have been on that plane! Instead of Robbins, it should have been me. But she- she took my place, because I said I was leaving here for Hopkins and she freaked. She took my place." Alex groans, hitting his hand against the machine. "She has a kid. If she dies, it'll be my fault that Sofia only has one mom."

The elder man pats his arm, "Karev, you don't blame yourself for this, you hear?" Karev looks up into the former chief's eyes. The boss is still in there. "She will be fine, they all will. You don't blame yourself for this." He starts to walk away, "Everything will be OK and no one is going to die."

Alex kind of believes him.

He really wishes that he could hit patients sometimes.

He's not the in the best of moods right now and it's completely understandable.

But this guy's been pissing him off for the past twenty minutes, asking precise details about his surgery as thought he was actually going to understand anything.

"We are opening up your heart to remove the tumor."

He's pretty sure it speaks for itself.

The guy, Mr. Daniels, grins and nods. "I know that part, but tell me what that entails."

Jackson squeezes his lips shut together tight, to keep himself from saying something that he knows he shouldn't.

Instead, he sends the old man a fake smile and picks his chart back up from the table at the end of his bed, "Have a good day, Mr. Daniels."

He knows he'll get shit for it but he doesn't care, so he just walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Why couldn't he just get dealt with an easy case right now?

"Dr. Altman," he walks over to the attending, slipping the chart underneath the woman's hands. "Any chance I can get off of this case, the guy's a complete dou-"

She cuts him off, raising an eyebrow, "Avery, we don't talk about patients that way." He warns him and takes the folder. "Why do you want off?"

"He's quizzing me about his surgery and I can't deal with it right now. There's just so much-"

Teddy nods and softly smiles, "It's OK, I get it." She can't help but think about Cristina and the rest her colleagues, and friends, that were on the plane. "You can, eh- Okay, go and help Kepner in the ER."

Jackson smiles, and slaps his hand down on the desk thankfully, "Thank you."

"What are you doing here? I thought you were with Altman and that old guy with the bad heart?"

He takes the folder from her hands, "I was, but she let me off her service."

She gently smiles up at him and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she nods.

"So, who do we have here?"

April clears her throat, "A runner with a sore leg."

"You could elaborate a bit more." He tells her.

"Whatever, it's my patient, find your own." She swats the chart against his chest lightly and shakes her head with a small giggle.

Jackson pulls a face, "I thought we could work together for once." He suggests, a hand gently trailing up her arm as he stares down at her.

She softly blushes a pink shade at the way he's looking at her, his bright blue eyes staring into her own with great intent. She bites her lip, "OK, fine."

"I knew you would give in."

April squints her eyes and curves her lips to the side. She turns around and starts away towards the patient in question.

He stares after her for a second, taking in the way she walks and the way she can leave him hanging, and the way that he doesn't even care when she does.

She swiftly turns on her heel, the chart held up against her chest. He's pretty sure she's doing that so he won't stare at her chest, and she bites her lip again, this time a suggestive look on her face.

He wonders if he made her this way, different.

He wonders if he changed her as much as she said he had.

Either way, he's pretty sure that's a good thing.

"Are you coming?"

There's still a hint of sadness on her face after all of the drama that she's been through lately and he's making a note to himself to rid her of that pain completely.

He blinks a few times and licks his lips, following her, "Yeah."