Shoot Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.

There was a burning sensation taking over her body and her head throbbed as if someone was banging her head against the wall. Her mouth was so dry and it felt like it was coated in cotton. She couldn't even swallow properly. Lexie struggled to open her eyes and when she did, she immediately closed them again. The bright, unfamiliar hospital room assaulted her eyes and made an intense migraine burst from behind her eyes. She groaned and then felt a warm hand on hers, distracting her momentarily from the blinding pain in her head and the burning agony from her shoulder. She cracked her eyes and saw a blurry, familiar face. It was Mark. She had no idea what happened or where she was, but the thing that kept her from panicking was the sweet, handsome face of Mark Sloane. Lexie turned her head to the side and gave Mark a confused look, a messy smile adorning her face.

"What happened?" She whispered this, not able to take her voice to a higher decibel. Mark squeezed her hand slightly.

"You don't remember?" A stone-like expression replaced the initially concerned gaze as he tried to keep himself calm for Lexie. Lexie paused before she answered, racking her brain for what brought her to this bed. The walls were completely different colors than Seattle Grace, so she knew that she was at a different hospital, which was confusing her to no end. Why would she be in another hospital? And why was she in a hospital bed in so much pain? She thought for a second and it all came rushing back to her. The shots, the screaming, the running, the elevator, the blood…and Alex. Then the gun that was pointed and fired at her, the pain, and then…nothing. Her eyes shot back to Mark and tears silently spilled from her eyes. Mark gritted his teeth and whispered encouraging words.

"Where's Mr. Clark? Where's the shooter? Did everyone get out of the hospital? Is everyone alright? Is Alex okay?" Lexie's mind was overflowing with questions and worry and panic.

"Hey…calm down. Alex is fine. He's out of surgery and in recovery." Mark stopped and hesitated, wondering whether he should go on. Should he tell her of the deaths or the fact that her sister was still in critical condition in surgery? He just couldn't decide. Lexie sighed, relaxing a bit more.

"What about everyone else?" The question hung in the air and Mark closed his eyes, wishing she hadn't asked him that.

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Cristina finished Derek Shepherd's surgery without any more complications and set him up in recovery with some nurses who had come back to the hospital just for the purpose of caring for Derek and Meredith immediately after surgery. Avery promised to stay with him while she went to watch Meredith's surgery. After they were stable enough to move, they would be transported to Seattle Pres. where everyone else was. Cristina didn't know if all of her friend's were okay or anything like that, but all she cared about now was Meredith. Owen was still not finished with her best friend, and this worried her. Cristina walked as quickly as she could through the desolate hallways that were usually buzzing with activity, but now resembled a ghost town, back to the OR where Meredith was. She started to scrub in, but Owen spotted her before she started. He motioned for someone to go to her. A nurse peeked her head through the door and shook her head, her eyes apologetic. She obviously didn't want to be the one to tell Cristina this news.

"Dr. Hunt told me to tell you to stay out here." The nurse swallowed and mouthed an apology before stepping back in and returning to her post. Cristina gritted her teeth and stood, tears ready to fall from her eyes. She put her hands on the sink, holding her body up and preventing herself from collapsing. This had definitely been the worst day of her life…and it still wasn't over. Those two words kept playing over and over in her mind. "Shoot Me…Shoot Me." She saw it again and again. Meredith getting shot over and over again. She took a deep breath and let it out, sobs coming out instead of air. Her body shook from her cries and she let herself fall to her knees, exhaustion, sorrow, and fear streaming down her face. Her best friend; her "person" was in critical condition. This was all too much for her to handle and she buried her face in her hands, pulling her knees to her chest, trying to breathe normally.

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Arizona dozed quietly next to Callie's hospital bed at Seattle Pres., her body fatigued from the extremely stressful day she'd had. Callie's breathing had become too difficult, so they had to intubate, which Callie fought vehemently. Arizona sedated Callie herself so that a doctor who wasn't personally involved could intubate. Callie lay, intubated and unconscious, a ventilator breathing for her. She couldn't believe that only hours before she had been arguing with Callie, the person she loved. Her heart was pained by the harsh words she had said. She didn't mean them…she wanted—no. She needed to take them back; to make things better and for Callie to be okay. That's what she needed. That's all she needed.

This chapter's short, I know. I'll try to make the next one longer. Tell me what you think! R&R please!

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