"Why are you back here?" Mr. Clark demanded, pointing the gun at Lexie. She raised her hands slowly, but didn't reply.
"Answer the question." The man snarled coldly. He pushed the gun's barrel closer to her face and she backed up.
"I-I came in looking for Meredith, but then I found her." Lexie choked out. She gestured with her head back towards Alice, who was struggling to stop the bleeding on her own. Her hands shook quite violently as she stared at the man who had shot her.
"You said you only wanted to shoot Sheperd and Weber and I. Why'd you shoot her?" Lexie asked, trying to stall, though she had a feeling that the SWAT team wasn't going to intervene this time.
"It was an accident!" Mr. Clark nearly screamed. Lexie saw a tear stream down his face and decided to play on it.
"If you shoot me, she will die Mr. Clark. I'm her only chance to survive." Lexie told the man. His jaw locked and his eyes flickered from her to Alice.
"Ok. I won't shoot you now. But as soon as you're done saving that girl, I'm putting a bullet between your eyes." Mr. Clark said. He seemed to have regained his composure some.
Lexie nodded shakily, and then kneeled back down beside Alice, who had her hand pressed as firmly as she could against the bullet wound. Lexie's unsteady hands took over, and Alice was grateful for the break. Her breaths came out in little, labored pants that she struggled to control.
"How's she doing?" Mr. Clark asked after a few minutes of unbearably tense silence. He fidgeted with the gun's safety, clicking it back and forth anxiously.
"Um, the bleeding is started to slow, but if she doesn't get an IV…..she's probably not going to make it." Lexie answered truthfully. Alice's skin had become nearly ice cold, her lips were as white as her skin, and Lexie could tell it took a large effort just to keep breathing.
Lexie looked up from the wound just in time to see Alice's eyes flutter shut. "Alice! Alice, you need to stay with me." The young woman said, nudging Alice's head gently. The teenager's eyes shot back open and she stared up at Lexie.
"I thought you said I was probably going to die." The teenager's voice was barely audible and Lexie had to strain just to make out the words. Lexie bit her lip, and struggled to think of a response.
"That doesn't mean you get to stop trying." The doctor said, getting the last of the gauze and holding it to the wound. She took the small roll of medical tape and ripped a strip off. Soon Lexie had taped the gauze firmly over the bullet wound and then put one of the bandages over it.
"But I don't want to see you get shot." Alice said, looking up at Lexie, and then to Mr. Clark, who had continued to watch them in silence.
"You already shot me. If you shoot the woman who tried to save me, that's like a double sin. Please, don't." Alice continued. The words were barely above a whisper, but Mr. Clark heard them. To both Lexie and Alice's surprise, he raised the gun and pointed it at Dr. Grey.
"You told her to say it, didn't you?" He accused angrily.
Before Lexie could process what was happening, there was a gun barrel pressed her her head. "Please Mr. Clark!" She sobbed, letting the dam that was holding her tears back break and they ran down her face.
"You killed my wife, and you're letting this little girl die." He snarled, digging the barrel into her head. Lexie squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the shot, but Alice's voice was the only sound to be heard other than her whimpers.
"She's not the one letting me die; its you. You shot me, and if you shoot her, I die." Alice said, attempting to prop herself up her elbows, but failing to do so.
"Just leave." Alice pleaded. Just trying to sit up and left her even more exhausted than before, and her eyelids drooped.
Lexie sucked in a deep, unsteady breath as the gun barrel was removed from the back of her head. She wiped away at the tears and then turned to see Mr. Clark walking away from them. "Thank you so much." She said, turning back around to Alice.
"I can't-" The teenager's voice faded away and her eyes closed. Her body fell limp and her head lolled to the side.
"Alice! Open your eyes!" Lexie said frantically. She pressed her fingers to the girl's neck and found a pulse, though it was weak and slow. Alice had simply passed out. Unable to think of anything else to do, Lexie slapped Alice across the face, and her eyes shot open.
"Alice, you have to keep your eyes open, alright?" The doctor told the teenager.
Alice nodded and Lexie tried to give her a comforting smile. "Ok, good. I'm going to ask you some questions now, to keep you awake, ok? So, how old are you?" She asked her dying patient.
"15." Alice forced out. A series of chills ran through her body and she shivered.
"Ok, why were you hospitalized?" Lexie asked, struggling to think of questions. She knew the poor girl needed a transfusion, but if the SWAT team didn't come in the next 30 minutes, the teenager would most likely die of blood loss, and whatever other damage the bullet had caused.
"I broke 2 r-ribs in ch-cheerleading." She took gasps in between syllables. Lexie noticed the sweat that had formed on the 15 year old's skin, the series of tremors that ran through her body every couple minutes, and all the color had drained from her skin. Alice was going into shock.
Hey guys, thanks for the couple reviews. Keep it up! This is my first Grey's Anatomy story, and I'm not a doctor, so it probably won't be %100 medically accurate.