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"You okay-
"I love you.
Oh g- oh my gosh.
That just came fa-flying out of my face.
Like it was some- some kind of...
I-I love you.
She watched him sleep all night, reliving memories, awkward and all-to-real, but she could touch him in those memories. She could feel him there.
They made her feel like she was still alive, instead of a ghost, watching her dying ex-BF painfully gasp for air.
"I just... did it again. Ha!
I-I love you.
"Hey Mark," Lexie whispered. "You have to let me go. I know it hurts. But it's time. Otherwise I'm stuck here... not that I don't want to be, because I do. I really, really do. I want you to hold me, kiss me, and... other stuff. And I'm babbling again. Even after death I babble. I'm still awkward and weird, and you can't even hear me, so it's pointless." She blinked back tears. "Mark, it hurts. Not painfully. Not anymore. But emotionally... it hurts. Being so close to you and not being able to touch you; seeing you all alive, and me not being able to. Damn it Mark! I wanted to live a long happy life with you! I wanted to have children. I wanted to be a really great surgeon like you said. But I can't because I'm dead. And I want to move on, see what's out there, see the other side, see my mom. But I still want to be here. I don't know what I want. I never know what I want... or wanted I suppose."
"I do.
I just- I- I love you.
And I have been trying not to say it.
I have been trying so hard to just
mash it down and ignore it and
not say it, and
Jackson is a great guy.
Meredith began to stir in her sleep, and she woke up, looking around her.
For the briefest second, she was confused.
Lexie wanted it to stay that way, to avoid the hurt and all the pain that she was causing her.
But then it seemed to hit her and tears pricked Meredith's eyes and she gasped in a breath deeply.
Derek awoke from beside her, and she tried to be brave for him, but he took her hand, and held it, and kissed it.
He-he is.
He's gorgeous and- and
he's younger than you,
and he doesn't have any grand kids or
babies with his lesbian BFFs,
"Pleas don't cry," Lexie begged, feeling so sick to her stomach. "Mer, please."
Derek held her tightly and began to cry silently as well.
"Aw, come on," Lexie begged. "Please stop it with the tears. You're making me feel bad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die. And you are like my big bro, and you shouldn't be crying!"
and he's an Avery,
and he liked me.
You know?
He- he really liked me.
But it was never gonna work out
"I want my mom," Lexie said suddenly. "I want my mom. She would know what to do. Please just let go of me you guys! Please! I want to see her!"
Something could be heard in the distance. Lexie looked up at the sky through her tears and Meredith and Derek did as well.
Meredith slapped Cristina who awoke quickly and began to jump up and down, screaming.
Mark and Arizona woke up, but neither of them stood as they observed.
Because I-I love you.
I am so in love with you,
and you-you're- you're in me.
You're like- it's- it's like
you're a disease.
It's like I'm infected by
Mark Sloan.
The noise was getting louder and closer to the ground.
Wind was blown right through Lexie as the chopper landed near them.
And I just can't- I can't
think about anything or anybody,
and I can't sleep.
I can't breathe.
"Mark?" Lexie whispered as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Arizona was the first to notice and she screamed for help as paramedics got out of the helicopter and ran towards them.
Meredith was smiling, but tears coursed down her face.
I can't eat.
And I love you.
I just- I love you
all the time
and every minute of
every day. Ha!
And I-I-I-I-
"We're saved!" Cristina cheered as she got into the helicopter.
Mark began to code as they hooked him up to wire.
I
love
you.
Gosh!
That feels good j-just to say that.
I-I'm- I feel so much better.
"I love you," Lexie whispered as the helicopters took off and she tried to hold onto Mark's hand. "So stay alive."
I love you."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. This will get the story into the main story now. Review for a quick update.