"Shepherd!"
"Mark the answer is still no," sighed Derek without looking up from the notes that he was making on his patients chart. "Same as it was two hours ago, and two hours before that and every single time that you have asked me before. We still haven't heard anything from Lexie. You know as much as we do."
"Don't you think that it is weird that she hasn't had contact with anybody since she left?" demanded Mark. "The only reason that we know that she is alive is because she called Hunt to ask for some time off. Hunt won't tell us why or for how long."
"Mark you are being a little dramatic and you know that she was going to need time off to bury her friends," replied Derek handing his patients chart to the nurse behind the desk. Derek gestured for Mark to follow him to his office away from prying ears. Sitting down at his desk, Derek continued, "These things take time, and she is grieving the lose of her friends. Remember how it was after O'Malley? Why do you even care? I thought that you were with Julia. You told me that the day before Lexie left, Lexie said was in love with you and all you said to her was 'Thank you for your candor.'"
"What was I suppose to do?" Mark asked once again. "If you tell me that I was suppose to kiss her like you did last time… I told you I'm not a cheater. Usually."
"Then you should have said something other then 'Thank you for your candor,'" teased Derek before getting serious. "You say that Julia wants and is ready to give you everything that you want, and that Lexie doesn't want everything you want. So, why are we still having this conversation?"
"I told you," said Mark, "Julia has already told me that she loves me and that she wants to have kids with me. I'm all ready to have kids with Julia, then, Lexie tells me that she is still in love with me and I still love Lexie."
"Then what's the problem? To me the answer is pretty obvious."
"Care to enlighten me?"
"You say that you love Lexie and that she loves you. But, not once have you said that you love Julia. I think that if Lexie loves you like she says she does, I'm pretty sure that she will want the things that you want. I mean, why would she tell you that she loves you knowing that you want a family, or that you already have a family. She should know that by being with you that Sofia, Torres, and Robbins will be a part of her family, if she wants any sort of life with you."
"The thing is that I don't know if I can wait around until she is ready," mumbled Mark picking up the small toy basketball from Derek's desk. "I'm forty-four years old, if I wait until Lexie is ready to have a child with me, I'll probably be in my fifties."
"Then choose Julia," said Derek getting tired of having to say the same thing over and over again. He is still in love with Lexie everyone could see that. The only ones that didn't know that Mark is still in love with Lexie are Mark, Lexie, and Julia. "Just think about this before you make your decision: Do you love Julia like you love Lexie? Can you honestly tell me, or better yet yourself, that you'll be happy with Julia? Can you see yourself living with her for the rest of your life, having kids with her? If you do choose Julia, then tell Lexie so that she can move on with her life. So, that she can get married, have kids, and be happy. Could you live with that? Could you live knowing that you and Lexie had another shot, but you tossed it away because you were afraid?"
Mark, tossing the ball back and forth between his hands, sat thinking about what Derek had said. Did he really love Julia, or was he in love with the idea of her? He was happy with Julia, she got along with Callie and Arizona, and she loved Sofia. She was at the same stage of her life like he was, she wanted to settle down, get married and have kid. But did Julia, like Mark, want to start a family with him because she thought she loved him, or was it because it was easier to settle down with someone who already had a family.
As though reading Mark's thoughts Derek offered a final piece of advice, "Do you want to be with Julia because you love her, or, because it's easier? Don't make the same mistake that I did; don't go with the easier route. When Addison came back, I tried to be with her, and because I thought that I was still in love with her; but I wasn't in love with her anymore, and I hadn't been in love with her for years. The only reason I tried with Addison again was because it was the easier choice. We had known each other for years, and we both knew what we wanted, at least I thought we did. I was an idiot for thinking that I could still make my marriage with Addison work, if it hadn't been working back in New York, before Meredith and you, why would it work after. If I had given up on Meredith whenever things got rough, we wouldn't be married, and we wouldn't have Zola. I do think that Julia loves you and that you may actually more than like her. But, Lexie really does love you, she has shown that she loves you, and you yourself have said that you love Lexie."
Derek paused for a moment letting Mark think about it before continuing. "If you are worried about Lexie not getting along with Robbins, Torres or Sofia, you are worrying over nothing. While they may not be the best of friends Lexie does get along with Robbins and Torres, especially Robbins. Lexie goes out for a run whenever she has the chance and she sometimes runs into Robbins. I've seen Lexie playing with Zola and Sofia at the daycare, she sometimes goes during her break, and you should see her, both Zola and Sofia love her. I have even seen Sofia cry when Lexie leaves the daycare."
"How do I not know this?"
"Might have to do with the fact that you have been to busy with your relationship with Julia to notice anything, or that you haven't had an actual conversation with Lexie since the last time you broke up. By the way I never told you this, but that was a pretty shitty way of telling Lexie that you were having a baby with your ex-sex-lesbian-best-friend."
"I tried to talk to her after but she wouldn't listen to me," argued Mark, cringing at the memory of how he had delivered the news to Lexie. "The day that her dad showed up at the hospital last time, I had Avery bribe her with peanut butter cups, you know how she is a stress eater, to get her to talk to him so that he could tell me what was wrong with her. I told him that if he could find out what was wrong with her then he could do a solo surgery with me. He told me that it was nothing that she wouldn't tell him what was wrong even after he gave her half a dozen peanut butter cups."
"Mark, Avery lied."
"What do you mean he lied? He said that she wouldn't tell him what was wrong, he thought that she was upset about Thatcher having a 20-something year old girlfriend."
"Lexie did tell Avery why she was upset that day. Yes, it was in part due to Thatcher having a girlfriend the same age as Lexie."
"How do you know that? Why didn't Avery tell me? Why was she upset?"
"Apart from it being obvious that Lexie was upset that Thatcher got a girlfriend the same age as her, and he hadn't told her, I overheard Lexie telling Kepner a while back. Lexie was hurt that Thatcher hadn't told her about Danielle, but it mostly had to deal with the fact that he was making all these huge decisions and not telling her until after and just expecting her to be okay with it. Lex told Kepner that she was still mad at you because you had done the same thing again."
"What do you mean again?"
"Remember Sloan? You told her that she and the baby could move in without even asking Lexie for her opinion."
"Sloan's my kid. I'm her father, that's what parents do for their kids."
"I'm not saying that's wrong, but you were living with Lexie, who you asked to move in with you, which she did even though she wasn't ready, she did it because she loved you; and you didn't even ask her if it would be okay for an 18 year old pregnant teenager to move in. She probably would have agreed to Sloan moving in had you asked her, but you didn't, and you tried to force her to be a step-mother and a grandmother at 26 years old, anyone in the right mind would have ran as far away as possible. Then the whole you getting Torres pregnant thing you did the same thing again. Lexie told Kepner and Avery that she felt that she was being left behind and forgotten, that all these important decisions that affected her life were being made without her feelings even being considered."
Mark thought back and he realized that Derek was right; he had pushed Lexie away by deciding for the both of them without asking for her opinion. While he did not regret Sofia, he did understand now how Lexie must have felt when he told her about Callie being pregnant. She, like Arizona, had in the beginning been apprehensive about his relationship with Callie, knowing the history between the two of them, but both he and Callie had told them that it was in the past, and it was. But, a moment of weakness, loneliness, and drunkenness for both Mark and Callie, ended up with the two of them having sex, and Callie getting pregnant.
"Why the hell didn't Avery tell me this when I asked him?" asked Mark after a brief moment of silence. "He told me several times that Lexie didn't want to talk to him about what was bothering her. I let him scrub in for a solo surgery because he had tried. Why would he lie to me?"
"Honestly, I don't know. It could have been for several reasons, it was either because he felt that Lexie told him in confidence why she was upset or maybe because Avery had a crush on her for a while, I think it started a little while after Lexie was committed to the psych ward."
"THAT SON OF…" shouted Mark throwing the ball across the room. " He lied to my face for weeks, I gave him my blessing to be with Lexie, because I thought he was a decent guy."
"First of all why would Lexie and Avery need your blessing? You aren't with Lexie anymore. Avery is a decent guy and yes, he probably did manipulate the situation in his favor. But, Mark, you were basically trying to get information on Lexie so that you could use that to your advantage without actually talking to her about what was wrong."
"She wouldn't talk to me. Whose side are you on anyway?"
"On Lexie's she's my little sister. Both you and Jackson were wrong for doing what you did. If you are going to try a relationship with Lexie again, try to remember this time that she has a say. A relationship is where two people make decisions together, not where one makes the decisions and expects the other to be okay with it."
The sound of their pagers beeping interrupted whatever Mark was going to say.
911. Mass Trauma.
"We'll continue this conversation later."
Meanwhile Meredith was on her way to the daycare center to spend sometime with Zola. Entering the daycare she saw Robbins sitting on the floor with Sofia and Zola.
"Hi Zola. Hey Arizona. Hello Sofia." Meredith grabbed one of the beanbag chairs nearby and pulled it over to sit next to them.
"Hey Meredith," greeted Arizona handing Sofia a ball before standing up and grabbing a beanbag chair for herself. "How's it going? Have you heard anything from Lexie?"
"No, nothing, it's like she disappeared off the face of the planet. She won't answer any of my texts, emails, or voicemails. Every time I try to call her it goes straight to voicemail. I'm starting to get worried, I even went over to Thatcher's the other day to ask him if he had heard anything from Lexie. He didn't even know that she was gone; he called Molly to ask if she had heard from her and nothing. I'm this close from catching the first plane to Boston, or having Avery call his mom or grandfather to ask around the hospitals in Boston. I mean, this is weird even for Lexie, she hasn't had contact with anybody for almost three weeks now, she even missed the Boise surgery, and she had been looking forward to that surgery for weeks since Derek told her that she could assist him. Maybe I should tell Derek to call his mother or sisters and ask if they could look for her in Boston. Do you think that would be too much? I think that would be too much to ask…."
"Meredith."
"Meredith."
"Meredith."
"MEREDITH!" shouted Arizona after having failed to get Meredith's attention.
"What? Why are you yelling?"
"You are starting to sound a lot like Lexie. Meredith I'm sure she is fine, before you know it she'll be back home, and you'll forget why you were even worried. She just needs time. From what you told me from the letter Lexie left, and from what she has told me on our morning runs, she was really close to Mike and Claire. Claire is like an older sister to Lexie, they have known each other since their first year of college. When Mike started dating Claire, he became like an older brother to Lexie. Meredith, I know that you are worried about Lexie, we all are, the only thing that you can do is be there for her when she comes back home."
"I'm not good at handling these types of situation, I don't know if I'm the right person to help Lexie through this."
"You're her sister. You'll find a way to help her, and so will we."
"I guess."
Arizona remained quiet and let Meredith think about what she would do to help Lexie, everyone knew that Meredith and Lexie didn't exactly start off in the best terms, but in the past two years their relationship had changed. Meredith had started to accept Lexie into her life, especially after Meredith gave part of her liver to Thatcher so that Lexie wouldn't lose another parent. Sure, they still didn't have the best relationship; Meredith was still learning about the concept of family, which was made easier with the help of Derek, Zola, Lexie, and the other fifth-year residents, who had become like a family to Meredith.
"Do you still have Alex kicked off every peds case?" asked Meredith after a few minutes of silence, watching Zola play with the penguin that Lexie had got her for her birthday. "Still mad that he chose Hopkins?"
"Ugh, don't even mention Karev to me right now. That ungrateful crap dog didn't even tell me to my face that he had chosen Hopkins; I had to hear it from Hunt. Do you know how difficult it is to find a decent peds fellow? It's pretty freakin' hard! I hadn't really interviewed or given much thought to other applicants because I thought that Karev was staying. Where the hell am I suppose to find another fellow in such short notice that is halfway as good as he is?!" ranted Arizona scribbling furiously on the coloring book that was on the table next to her. "Don't tell him I said that."
"Don't worry I'm not going to tell him anything that would give him a bigger ego. He's already showing all of us up by going to Hopkins, Derek and I are heading to Boston, Cristina to Mayo, Alex to Hopkins, Avery is most likely going to Tulane, and Kepner is staying here."
"What are you guys planning on doing with the dream house that Derek built and your house?"
"Derek says that Mark will more than likely want to by the house. Derek said he would build us another dream house in Boston. I still don't know what I'm going to do with my house, probably either sell it or give it to Lexie. I really don't think that she would want to move back in with Thatcher after we leave, or move-in with April, Alex, and Jackson. Things are still awkward between her and Jackson."
"I could only imagine. They did just break up only a few weeks ago."
The sound of multiple pagers beeping interrupted their conversation.
911. Mass Trauma.
Hunt was waiting on the stairs for all of the on-call attendings, residents, interns, and nurse to gather around the base of the stairs near the nurses' station. He hoped that today's situation would not end up like the last time that they got a similar trauma.
"Everyone listen up! We received word that a small passenger airplane went down near Mount Rainier. At this point we don't know how many people were on that plane, it could be anywhere from 10 to 100 people. We are the designated crisis center. Families are being instructed to come here to find their loved ones. We're activating surge protocol. The immediate care patients are being airlifted here directly, delayed care patients are being airlifted to Sea-Tac and will be arriving via ambulance here after Search and Rescue drops them off at Sea-Tac. Let's move people!"
Hunt led the attendings, residents, and interns to the ER to give them their assignments.
"Bailey, Robbins, Sloan: clear as many beds as you can, discharge or set them up for transfer. Kepner, Grey, Karev: set up the ER for triage. Yang: I want you to run the family center out of the family center, take over the cafeteria. Avery: blood bank, Torres, you're with me. Shepherd: you'll be our candyman. I want all second, third, and fourth year residents assisting with discharging and transferring patients, once you are done with that come back to the ER; I need all interns assisting Dr. Avery at the blood bank."
As everyone ran to their stations, they were flooded with memories of last year when a 757 had crashed in the Sound, but only one little girl had survived the crash. Jackson ordered one the interns to call the local blood bank to send them as much O negative that they could spare. Cristina had some of the nurses help her reorganize the cafeteria to set up the family center.
"Here are your films and lab reports. We are sending you to Seattle Presbyterian they'll schedule your surgery there."
"Torres, your patient is the last one to Seattle Pres. they can't take anymore patients. Start sending the rest of the patients to County."
Less than an hour later, all of the patients had been safely transferred to Seattle Pres. and County along with all incoming traumas being re-routed to other hospitals nearby.
"Kepner, Carlson, Webber, and Nelson, you're with me, our first chopper is five minutes out," ordered Hunt hanging up the phone at the makeshift desk. "Kepner grab a triage kit, and a headset; then meet us on the roof, you are going to be leaving with the chopper. They need a surgeon on the scene, some are too critical to be moved, or are still trapped in the wreckage and they need help stabilizing them in the field."
April ran to get a triage kit, and a headset, while the others made their way to the helipad.
"What do we have?" asked Hunt approaching the helicopter.
"Sarah Gomez, thirty-seven-year-old female, open femur fracture, she's lost a lot of blood, looks like it's her femoral artery, and a possible dislocated shoulder, " said the paramedic unloading the patient and reading off their vitals. "Nick Williams, thirty-one-year-old male, has been in and out of consciousness, blunt force trauma to his head. Matthew Smith, twenty-five-year-old male, has a piece of the plane sticking in his abdomen, he was coughing up blood a little while ago."
"Kepner, turn on your headset when you get to the crash site," yelled Hunt over the sound of the helicopter; Carlson, Nelson, and Webber had already left with their patients. "We'll need to know the status of the other passengers. We may have to talk you through some procedures."
Giving the go ahead to the chopper to leave, Hunt returned to the ER, having been paged by Karev that they had several ambulances coming in with more passengers. Webber had taken his patient to the OR immediately trying to get the abdominal bleeding under control. Carlson had his patient in X-Ray, and Nelson had his in MRI.
"Any word yet from the airline?" Hunt questioned Meredith, who was watching the news on one of the computers. "Have they called with the names of the passengers? Do we have any information on how many people were on the plane?"
"Not yet," answered Meredith watching as the camera zoomed in on the wreckage. "They are reporting that the flight originated from Boise and was heading towards Seattle. The airline had just purchased a series of small passenger planes for short distance flights; it was the plane's tenth flight from Boise to Seattle. There is a large group of people in the cafeteria waiting for answers. April had Jackson call the airport and the airline to ask for a list of the names of the passengers, but they still don't have it."
"Chief, ETA on the ambulances are pulling up now!" shouted Karev making his way to the ambulance bay, with several residents following him.
"What do we got?"
"Mrs. West, forty, she's coded once, vitals have been stable, abdomen is rigid."
"Mr. West, seventeen, dislocated shoulder, vitals are stable."
"Ms. Harris, forty, right arm was crushed, and a second degree burn on her left leg."
"Mr. Smith, twenty, broken wrist, shattered elbow, and a possible broken ankle. He was having trouble breathing a while ago."
"Bailey take Mrs. West to trauma one, Karev take Mr. West to trauma two, Sloan take Ms. Harris to trauma three, Robbins take Mr. Smith to trauma four," ordered Hunt standing next to Karev as one more ambulance arrived.
"Newborn baby girl," said Nicole, the paramedic, walking out of the ambulance carrying a crying baby. "It looks like she sustained no injuries, not even a cut. Search and Rescue found her still in her car seat, secured onto the plane seat. They were able to find a diaper bag, but it didn't have a name on it."
"Where are her parents?"
"We don't know."
"Grey take the baby and make sure that she is okay," said Hunt heading to check on the other patients. "Page Shepherd or any available neuro attending to do a neuro consults on all the patients, and have Torres, Garrity, and Chang paged as well."
Meredith took the baby out of Nicole's arms along with the diaper bag and headed to one of the beds in the ER. She gently rocked the baby in her arms as she made her way over to Tyler to have page Derek, and all ortho attendings paged for a consult. By the time that Derek showed up Meredith had already done her initial exam of the baby, who had finally stopped crying.
"Meredith, where are the parents?" Derek asked walking over to Meredith and the baby, finishing up his consult with Robbins patient. Derek made an attempt to pick up the baby to check her head, but she started whimpering when he tried to pull her out of Meredith's arm. Derek left the baby in Meredith's arm so that she wouldn't start crying again. Pulling out his penlight he flashed the light in the baby's eyes, and felt her head for any possible signs of trauma. "Hmm, she looks fine. Her pupils are responsive, not sign of head trauma. It appears that she got lucky."
"I'll say. Not a scratch or bruise on her."
"She seems to like you," smiled Derek. The baby had snuggled closer to Meredith, who had pulled out a bottle from the diaper bag and was now feeding the baby.
"Might have to do with her probably being hungry, or sleepy," said Meredith running her hand over the baby's hair. The baby lay content in Meredith's arm, watching her with sleepy brown eyes. "What do I do now? I can't exactly carry her until her parents show up, or leave her here in the ER."
"Until a family member shows up, have her admitted to Peds, we might have to call child services."
April was holding onto her seat so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hated flying, not because she was afraid of heights or had a fear of flying, but because she had seen too many movies, and documentaries of plane crashes. Her brain always went to the worst-case scenario when it came to flying, and it didn't help that she was currently sitting in a helicopter on her way to a plane crash.
"How many more people do we have unaccounted for?" April spoke into the microphone of the headset; the pilot had given her when she got on the helicopter.
"There were twenty people on board. Besides the eight passengers that are already at Seattle Grace, the nine deceased, we have been trying to get the pilot out, he is trapped in the cockpit and we haven't been able to find the two other passengers."
"What is the situation with the pilot? What are the pilot's injuries?"
"The cockpit caved in when several larger trees landed on the plane. He legs are pinned underneath the controls of the plane. There was an opening small enough that one of our guys got through and is in there with him. The pilot was responsive when we first got to the scene, he radioed for help as the plane was going down and then again after the crash. But, now he has been going in and out of consciousness. Ryder, that's our guy, says from what he can see the pilot, Will, has: an abdominal laceration, a broken arm, his legs and pelvis are crushed. It looks like he probably hit his head against something, and he has started seizing," answered the pilot relaying the information from the ground crew.
A few moments later the helicopter landed in a clearing, next to two other helicopters. April took off the headset that the pilot had given her and put on the headset that she had grabbed from the hospital. April grabbed her triage kit, while the pilot grabbed a duffel bag from the seat next to him, before leading April to the plane.
Nearing the plane, and having the okay, April turned on her headset, before entering the front half of the plane. "Dr. Hunt, I have the pilot trapped inside the cockpit, he lower body is crushed, and he has blunt force trauma to the head."
Turning to Ryder, who was holding his hands against the pilot's side trying to stop the bleeding. "How long have his seizure been lasting?"
"They were about lasting for about a minute," answered Ryder helping April put a pressure gauze on the Will's stomach. "His left pupil is blown, he's went limp a little while ago. His seizures have been getting worse."
April grabbed her penlight out of her pocket, to check his pupils. Crap, his right pupil is dilating.
"Dr. Hunt."
"Kepner, its Grey, Hunt is dealing with some reporters, and the airline rep. What do you need?"
"Can you get me Shepherd or someone from neuro? I have the pilot here, he has a depressed skull fracture, signs of increased pressure, his left pupil is blown, and his right pupil is dilating, I think he has an intracranial bleed."
"April going to have to do some Burr holes. Let me get Derek so he can walk you through it, you are going to need a drill."
"Burr holes? I've never done Burr holes before. Is there any way that I can stabilize him without having to drill into his skull?"
"Do you want to save his life?"
"Yes."
"Get a drill, while I'll go get Derek to talk you through the procedure."
Keeping her voice as steady as possible, April turned to Ryder. "Ryder, I'm going to need you to go get me a drill. And as much gauze, pain killers, and sedatives as you can find me." Why didn't Hunt send out Shepherd or Meredith? I've never done a Burr hole before in my life. Ryder returned moments later with a drill and an armful of supplies.
"Okay I have the drill, it has already been disinfected," April told Derek, after cleaning the drill five times. "What do I do now?"
"Okay, place three fingers above his left ear, and three fingers to the side of that. Make a vertical incision down to the skull and drill in the middle of the incision." Derek calmly instructed April. "You are going to have to stop when you feel a release of pressure or you risk piercing his skull."
Over the next several, tense minutes, Derek instructed April on making the Burr holes. Snorting at the coincidence that once again they had to instruct a resident on how to do a Burr hole in the field, with a regular drill. They may just have to start teaching all interns and residents how to do Burr holes with a regular drill.
"How does the Dura look Kepner? Is it bulging or lax?"
"It looks like it's pulsating regularly with the heartbeat."
"That's good Kepner. Pack the wounds with gauze to minimize the bleeding."
April made her way back outside to talk with the ground crew.
"The pilot is stable for now, but, we need to get him out of there soon or else he is going to bleed out. How much more time until you can get him out of there?"
"We have a few more minutes," answered Paul, the lead crewmember. "We have already cut down almost all of the trees that fell on top of the cockpit, and we still need to move debris off of the plane."
"Okay. Have you found the other two passengers?"
"We found one. Female, late twenties, she had a broken neck, and severe head trauma, her skull was fractured, and we saw grey matter on the trunk of the tree that she landed on. We still haven't been able to find the other passenger."
The area became very quiet when all of the crew turned off their power tools shut off, having finished cutting down as the last of the trees. A few crewmembers were getting into position to pull the cockpit open with the Jaws of Life, when a sound rang throughout the clearing.
"What was that?" asked April looking around. "Where is that sound coming from?"
"It's coming from over there. John, David, Eric, and Charles you stay here and get the pilot out of there and get him to Seattle Grace. Everyone else come with me," ordered Paul picking up another Jaws of Life and moving towards the sound of the tapping, which was now slower.
A couple of hundred yards away, hidden behind a dense layer of trees was a part of a wing of the airplane. A small bleeding arm was stretched out holding a rock, and tapping the rock against the wing of the plane.
"How is it possible that you didn't find this?" asked April trying to keep the accusing tone out of her voice. "Who ever is under there has been there for hours."
Moving towards the wing of the plane, April dropped to her knees to get a look of who was underneath the thousands of pounds of twisted metal.
"My name is Dr. Kepn-…" April trailed off with a gasp of horror.
Lying underneath the wing of the plane was Lexie Grey.
"A-A-April?" gasped Lexie. "Y-you have n-no idea how happy I am to see you."
AN: So if some parts of the chapter seem familiar, it's probably because they are. Some parts were taken from Seasons 3, 7, and 8, more specifically episodes with the ferryboat accident (Burr Holes), plane crash protocol from Unaccompanied Minor, and the last two episodes of Season 8. Also the radio/headset that Kepner used is like the one that Hunt and Callie used in "Free Falling."
Thank you all who have read, reviewed, and followed this story. I am blown away by the response to this story. Any and all grammatical and spelling errors are mine alone, no Beta. It may take sometime between updates since I have been trying to get as much information medically correct as possible. Some of the information is from online, and some is from Grey's Anatomy episodes. I do not have a set schedule for updating, or a word limit on how long each chapter is going to be. Inspiration hits me at very strange hours of the day, and the length of the chapters will vary, some may be shorter. I know that at some points in this story it may seem like I am bashing some characters and excusing the actions of other, please bear with me, all of their actions will be explained. This is my take on how I believe these characters should/would have reacted.
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