Hello everyone! Sorry it's been a little while since I've posted, it's just that I've been so busy with all the work that I have coming up :(. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Did you say it?

"I love you."

"I don't ever want to live without you"

"You changed my life."

Did you say it?

Make a plan, set a goal, work towards it

But every once in a while, step back

Drink it in, cause this is it.

It might all be gone tomorrow..

"Mark?" a voice chimed. Mark was still very groggy from his surgery, so it wasn't the easiest thing to pick up a voice out of nowhere.

"Mark?" the voice called again. This time Mark was trying to open his eyes wide enough to look around and see who was calling him. He failed.

"Wh-What?" Mark groaned weakly. It was the only way he could ever find out who desperately wanted his attention.

"Mark.. it's me." the voice shook.

Lexie. Mark thought.

As soon as he thought that, it was almost like a wave of emotions came over him. He didn't know how to react in front of the woman he loved. Not now, not ever, and probably never will.

"L-Lexie.." Mark mumbled. He came back down after the shock subsided, and just tried to keep himself calm as to not alarm Lexie.

"Yes, Mark. It's me." Lexie sighed of relief. The last thing that she needed was for him to forget all the memories that they had together. All the hot sex, all the laughs, and their friendship that they had developed oddly.

"W-Where the fuck?" Mark asked. His eyes were now open, and he was looking around. He knew he was at a hospital, but it just wasn't the hospital. He knew what Seattle Grace Mercy West looked like, and this certainly wasn't it.

"Mark. The plane.. It crashed." Lexie explained. Her arm was in a sling, and she had many scars around her face, and was in a wheelchair. She looked pretty messed up herself, but considering, she definitely was one of the lucky ones.

"Oh my god." Mark gasped. That part he didn't remember. He didn't remember much anyway, but especially not when he was laying in the woods for at least a week, with no food, and a bad head injury.

"Yeah... but you're okay now right?" Lexie asked. She felt her stomach tingle, and her face go red. She never understood why she acted this way around Mark. It's not like she was a little 8 year old schoolgirl with her first crush. She was an adult woman. An adult surgical resident. But she still continued to act like she did in the fourth grade.

"I'm fine." Mark replied. He knew it was coming, he just didn't want to answer. As happy as he was to see Lexie, all he wanted to do was sleep. He was exhausted, starving, and injured. Not a great position to be in.

"How's he doing?" one of the nurses murmured. She was talking to Mark's surgeon, who had operated on his brain, and tried to stop the bleeding that was going on in his head.

"He's fine. I expect him to make a full recovery." the doctor replied. He was stern, serious. Almost like he was robotic. It showed in the way he walked too.

Thank god. Lexie thought. It was a relief to know that Mark was going to be okay.

At least that was what she thought.

All of a sudden, Lexie heard an erratic beeping sound coming from behind her.

Oh god, please no. Lexie moaned. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't Mark, as she slowly swiveled around in her wheelchair.

To her despair, it was.

"Mark!" Lexie shouted. She rolled as fast as she could to try to get to his room, where Mark seemed to be seizing.

"Stay back. You need to stay back." one of the doctors ordered. Lexie looked disappointed, but she understood.

She just wish she could understand what was wrong with Mark.

Mark.. Lexie thought. She couldn't think of anything else.

I know it's a bit shorter than I hoped, but I just couldn't think of much more. Leave a review and give me ideas of what you think should happen! :D