Next Gary Clark went in search of the other Dr. Grey. The one who had unplugged his wife. He wanted to be the one to tell her that he had shot her sister. He wanted to tell her that she was most likely dead already. He wanted to see the pain on her face when she realized that she may never speak to her sister again.
He walked through the halls and asked everyone he could see if they knew where she was. No one thought twice about the bloodstains on his clothes, many others had them as well. Finally, a nurse told him that she had just seen Dr. Grey, or she referred to her as Lexie, duck into a room down the hall.
He sped up his walk just slightly in anticipation, getting himself excited to see the woman's devastation. He threw open the door to the room and furrowed his eyebrows. There were two people in the room, a man, seemingly in his fourties, and a young lady, maybe 25.
"Have either of you seen Lexie Grey?" He asked. The two people were holding onto each other for dear life as looking at him in terror. The girl gulped.
"Um... that's me." She said softly. He raised his eyebrows.
"No, you're not Lexie Grey. Lexie Grey has brown hair. I've seen her before she was..." Her face registered in his brain and he realized that she was in fact the person who had killed his wife. He was filled with adrenaline and excitement as he looked at her, an evil smirk on his face.
"Lexie Grey... the woman who killed my wife." He said. Her eyes went wide as she realized who he was and wrapped her arms around the large Amman even tighter, suddenly filled with fear.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna shoot you, little girl." He said, pulling the gun from his pocket. Both of He room's inhabitants gasped and leaned away from him, fear in their eyes.
"I've already gotten my revenge." He sighed. "Meredith, was that her name? Oh, the Chief was so upset. Turns out, she was pregnant. Oops." He shrugged. Lexie Grey screamed and began hyperventilating, refusing to believe what she was hearing.
Mark Sloan pulled her closer to him, feeling tears in his own eyes and stroking her dyed blonde hair. She gasped for air and sobbed into his chest, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"NOO!!" Her voice broke and she collapsed into more sobs, shaking against Mark's body. He looked back at the man standing before them, angry tears still pooled in his eyes.
"You're lying. You wouldn't shoot Meredith. Derek wouldn't let you." He spat. Gary Clark chuckled.
"She offered herself right up when I threatened to shoot her precious neurosurgeon. He just sort of stood there and watched. He was shaking pretty bad and crying like a baby. It's kind of ironic. He's a brain surgeon but he couldn't save his own wife from a bullet to the head. Sad, really." Gary sighed. Lexie began screaming and sobbing again, her entire face and neck drenched in tears.
"MEREDITH!!! NO!!!" She cried. Mark rubbed her back silently and let tears roll down his face. Gary Clark left the room, but they didn't even realize.
As soon as the door was closed, he turned around and was greeted by a whole SWAT team completely surrounding him. One of them yelled for him to drop the gun and put his hands up.
He knew he had to be fast. They would arrest him and send him to jail for the rest of his life. He couldn't live with that. So, without thinking twice, he held the gun up to his own head and pulled the trigger.
XxXxX
Lexie Grey heard the gunshot and froze. She expected that Gary Clark had killed another person on his murderous rampage. So she was surprised when multiple armed men with metal armor and helmets ran into the room and helped her and Mark off of the ground.
Her eyes were red and puffy and her entire body felt inflamed and numb as they led her out of the room. Just outside of the door, she saw his body. He had shot himself in the head.
Lexie couldn't take it anymore. She broke free from Mark's grasp and started running down the hallway, sobbing to herself and gasping for air. She knew exactly where she wanted to go and didn't have to think to get there.
She reached the catwalk and saw them. She was stricken with grief and collapsed halfway down, screaming and crying louder than she had ever heard. Mark Sloan was right behind her, swooping down and helping her to her feet. He almost carried her the rest of the way to the office, throwing open the door and assessing the situation.
Meredith was laying on the ground in a huge pool of blood. Derek was holding both sides of her head with his hands, which were covered in the bright red liquid. April Kepner lay, her clothes soaked in dried blood, unconscious a few feet away.
Lexie jumped out of Mark's arms and ran over to help Derek, while his best friend stood frozen staring at them. The Chief looked like he had been crying for a year straight and was completely out of breath. Meredith was just as pale or even paler than she had been when she drowned, her skin a light shade of gray.
Mark's mouth hung open as he struggled to form words and felt someone pushing past him. It was Cristina Yang, in about the same shape as Derek, her arms full of emergency supplies. Finally, Mark was capable of turning his thoughts into words.
"Gary Clark is dead. The threat is gone, we can get her to an OR. We need to get as many doctors as possible to save her life." He said. Derek looked up and him and nodded, the tears on his face reflecting in the light.
XxXxX
Getting Meredith to an OR had been difficult, but with Lexie holding bandages to her sister's head to stop the bleeding and Cristina, Mark, and Derek carrying the small woman, it didn't take long until they were out in the open and someone brought them a stretcher.
Derek ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the OR, where he burst into the first door and was thankful to see Teddy and Owen standing over a stable patient.
"Teddy, Owen, Meredith's been shot! We need emergency surgery, we need everyone we can get!" Derek shouted. They both looked at him with wide eyes and immediately dropped what they were doing, ordering one of the other surgeons scrubbed in to finish the surgery without them.
"Oh, my god! What happened?!" Teddy shouted as they rushed out of the room, searching for an open OR. Derek didn't have the strength to tell her the story, so he just shook his head as they ran into the next room. Thankfully, it was open, and the scrub nurses and other people who had followed them rushed in, prepping the room for surgery as fast as they possibly could.
"We don't have time to scrub, we need to get in there ASAP." Teddy said. The group of surgeons nodded and put on gowns, sloppily tying on scrub caps and snapping on gloves.
One of the nurses let them know that they were ready and they ran over to the table, where Meredith sat, hastily draped and hooked up to a heart monitor and IV, unconscious. Derek ran around so that he was positioned correctly for a craniotomy and remembered all of the times that he had performed this procedure with his wife by his side.
Tears filled his eyes and his voice broke as he said his signature line slowly, calming himself and focusing on stopping the shaking in his hands.
"It's a beautiful day to save lives."
So, a team of the best surgeons at Seattle Grace is prepared to save one of their own! Will Meredith survive? Will her baby survive? Find out soon!
Kisses!
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