Welcome back! It is a beautiful day to read fanfiction Anyway, here is the next chapter, Mer is not in a good way, neither is Lexie… well none of them are safe! Ooooooh, I'm really enjoying writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shondaland
LG- It was so good until then. Mark was my happy place, my safe place, my romantic place, my home, he was the only place I ever want to be. Derek's shout ripped us from our embrace, Cristina was already sprinting (well not sprinting, more stumbling) over to them. Mark helped me to stand and move towards them. I looked up to his face, his forehead was dripping with sweat and fear consumed him. He was intently staring at Derek and Meredith. Staring at Mer seizing on the forest floor, with Derek moving his hands around her legs? I gave my eyes time to adjust, as soon as they did I wished they hadn't.
Meredith was pale on the ground, with blood consuming at least half of her body, her shoulder didn't look good, with only a weak fabric 'bandage' stopping the bleeding, it wasn't holding as she was frantically moving up and down. Tears were brought to my eyes as I scanned her lower extremities, and the gigantic gashes that Derek was… oh my…. H-he-he was sewing them… I think I'm going to be sick.
CY- It was Mer, I saw her as soon as Mark had taken Lexie into his arms like there was no one left on earth. B-but, Derek was doing something to her… you don't help a dead person… Mer isn't dead. I kept on repeating that to myself as I ran over to them. Barbed wire was constraining on my throat, threatening tears to come pouring out. That was my person. MY PERSON… almost lifeless on the forest floor, before I had even to begun to process this, she began seizing, as I got closer I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head and as much as her body could physically move. Derek was shaking. Physically shaking. His vision dead set on Meredith's legs which had been butchered by the crash, I ran over to her and using my good arm and all the strength I could muster, forced her body into the recovery position, you are not going to die on me now Meredith Grey, not today.
MS- Lexie's frail frame was hunched over as she vomited on the ground next to her, I rubbed her back with one arm, supporting her with the other, she was so weak, too weak to stand up on her own. Derek and Cristina were still struggling to take care of Mer who looked like she had stopped seizing, for now. But it won't be until later to see If it has had and neuro implications.
DS- At long last, the stitches were done, no thanks to Mer's seizure but now at least we had one less life threatening thing to worry about adding to her already long list. Cristina was sobbing by Mer's head but I couldn't look at her, I couldn't deal with this… I can't live without her… someone needs to get here and quick. She hasn't got much left in her.
2 HOURS LATER
MS- The sun was falling beneath the horizon now, any resemblance of light was fading and no sign of anyone coming to find us. What if no one was coming? What if we were going to be stuck here, all left to d- Stop. Stop thinking like that Mark, remember what we say, positive mindset, come on! I lay back with Lexie cradled in my chest, she passed out a while ago but was looking better with a t-shirt stopping the bleeding from her hand. Still, with each hour, her hopes of keeping it were depleting. Mer was still unconscious next to the remnants of the plane wing, with Derek and Cristina sitting staring, we have done all we can, all that is left now is to wait.
DS- I had to keep my eyes open, for Mer, she needed us now, but my eyelids were falling. Falling against my will, each time, the warmth of the darkness welcoming me, but I had to push against it…come…on…Derek….push…for mer…then there was a creaking. A whistle pitch creaking coming from above us, I used the last of my willpower to open my eyes, maybe it was a helicopter? A plane, someone had come to get us… but no… it was much worse.
The creaking was coming from a branch the length of a car, and no doubt the weight of one.
"Cristina! Cristina! Wake up!" I reached over Mer to shake her awake, I grabbed her shoulder and move it back and forth until she finally comes around,
"What's that noise? Derek why di-"
"We have to move now! The branch is going to fall any second"
Cristina looked up and terror struck her eyes, she lingered for 5 seconds before her breathing started speeding up and she looked down at Mer, and then as if her thoughts synced in tune with mine, "Oh my- . Derek. We have to move her, we have to get out of here! Mark! Lexie! Mark come on, come help!"
MS- Cristina yelling my name dragged me from my daze, I suddenly snapped into action after tracking where they were both constantly looking, Lexie was rousing as I moved to get up, but my foot wasn't helping at all. Finally Lexie began to move lethargically off of me, staring hopelessly at Mer in a half-conscious state, but right now we had to help Mer. I hopped over to her and knelt down, Cristina, distressingly said
"Uh-u-ok. Ok, we are going to have to get her up without compromising her injuries, um-u-"
Derek Interrupted, "Ok- in three…" Derek made eye contact with each of us, tears streaming down his cheeks and just as his Icey blue eyes connected with mine, he conveyed his intense desperation, and I gave him a nod.
"3…2…1"
DS- My stomach complained with intense pain where it was cut in the crash but we began moving Mer, she was so fragile, any movement in the wrong direction could be catastrophic. My arms were shaking with fear as the branch began to creak louder, we still were in the danger zone and no one was in any condition to run with Mer. Cristina had fucked up her arm and Mark's foot wasn't any good. But we had to speed up, then I grunted through the pain,
"That way! Go over there, quick!", I spoke through pants of pain but also sobs for Mer.
The creaking intensified as we tried to speed away from the blood stained forest ground, Mer was bobbing in all of our arms, her frail body torn up with wounds, hanging on for dear life. Her head was lulled back despite Cristina's best efforts to keep it up, holding her neck. We were headed to the carcass of the body of the plane, Cristina was groaning through her pained breaths, she was using her arm. Any sane doctor would tell a patient that was the worst thing she could be doing to a broken arm like hers, but they don't know Cristina and Mer. They would go to the end of the world for each other.
The creaking was worryingly loud now
Just a few more… meters… just…a…few…more…met-
The creaking stopped. Replaced with an almighty snap.
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