"Lex I need you to stay awake." Mark cautions as he drives them to the hospital. Not knowing exactly what had happened, Mark wanted to avoid any risk of brain damage. Until Derek had taken a look at her head Mark wasn't willing to risk letting her fall asleep. "I can talk or you can talk but I need you to stay awake okay?" He pleads taking a glance at her in the passenger's seat.

Nodding weakly Lexie looks right at him. "Just talk to me, tell me anything." She rasps out, not wanting to struggle through the pain of talking. Knowing she needs to stay awake, she waits for him to talk, when he spoke she would stay focused. If Mark just kept talking then Lexie could stay awake and listen to him talk to her while they drove the fifteen minutes to the hospital.

Mark doesn't know what to say at first, he's trying to not panic while they drive. The first thing that comes to his mind falls from his lips "I sold my motorcycle."

Cocking her head to look at him, her face crumples in confusion. Mark loved that bike, they'd fought over it dozens of times, especially after Derek crashed his. After that accident Lexie had begged Mark to either sell his or stop riding it, he hadn't and they continuously argued when he chose to ride it. "I sold it about two weeks after you left. I knew you hated the thing and I thought I should finally get rid of it. I got sick of looking at it and thinking about how much you hated the thing and how we fought every single time I rode it. So I got rid of it." Mark explains. It'd been one of the things he did in an attempt to help win her back. "Plus it's not like I'm stupid enough to ride it in Seattle where it rains all the time. The roads are too slick for me to chance that."

"Thank god for that. I hated that stupid thing." Lexie says softly as they pull in to the hospital.

Putting the car into park and getting out he opens her door. "I'm going to lift you out of the car now okay?" Mark gently speaks as he squats down and pulls her out of the car. Walking through the doors of the pit he see Torres standing there.

"What the hell is that Grey?" Torres yells alarmed when she sees the attending walk into the ER cradling his intern wife. "Take her to Trauma Room 2. I'll page Shepherd and Hunt." Walking to the nurses station Torres also makes the mental note to page the Chief and Bailey.

While Torres sends out pages to the senior surgeons Mark takes Lexie into the Trauma Room. Laying her down on the bed he begins hooking her up to the monitors. By the time he's got her hooked up to the most basic machines the room starts filling in. Trying to give her a little bit of space so she wouldn't get overwhelmed, Mark moves to take a step back. Before his foot has even hit the ground Lexie grabs onto him. "Don't." She whispers, her eyes pleading as tears fill them.

Taking a step back he positions himself in her eyesight but out of the way. "Okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Mark whispers running his hand through her hair. Despite the fact he's never been more unsure as their status as a couple, he knows that nothing is making him leave her tonight. As long as she wants him here, he's here, and if she wants him to leave he'll sit in the hallway outside her room.

Derek bursts into the room. "What the hell happened?" He instantly puts gloves on and moves towards examining Lexie's head as he gets into the room. Thankfully, he doesn't push Mark away from where he's seated.

In all honesty Mark doesn't know the full extent of what happened, he knows Thatcher did this, but he doesn't know to what extent this happened regularly. A pit forms in his stomach as he realizes exactly how little he knew about Lexie's current living situation. Had Thatcher done this multiple times? Earlier in the day Lexie had said she wanted to find a new place to live - was Thatcher the reason? "She went home, Thatcher was there, he attacked her, slammed her against the wall. When I got to her she was complaining about problems breathing and swallowing, and head pain." Mark explains looking at Derek and watching the treatment plan formulating behind his eyes. The doctors move around Lexie, carefully examining her and asking questions as needed. None of them try to move Mark from his spot next to her head.

"Okay I want a CT of the head and spine. I want to make sure no damage has been done to those, I don't love her reaction speed to light so I want to check for any contusions or concussions." Derek begins writing down the orders for the tests he wants run. "Torres - what do you want?"

"I want a chest xray to get a look at her ribs, also there's some bruising on this right ankle so I'd like to get a scan of that." Callie calls out what she wants and looks over Lexie's body again to check if there's anything she missed.

Writing all of this down, Derek looks to Hunt. "I want to keep her on oxygen and monitor her levels. She's got decreased breath sounds and I want to make sure that nothing punctured. Let's get an ENT she's not married to down here to get a look at her throat." Owen says signing off on the procedures he wants done on the chart and cutting off any protest Mark had. "Let's get the workup going, Shepherd are you good to take the lead?" Owen's offering Derek an out in case he's too personal to this case, they're all too close to actually work on this, but no one here would risk putting Lexie's care in the hands of a lesser doctor.

"Yeah I'll take the lead. When the Chief and Bailey can you give them an update, Hunt? And Torres come with me so we can evaluate the scans together." Both the doctors nod and Derek sets the gurney to move.

Mark moves with the gurney. "We've got her." Derek puts a hand on his chest to stop him.

Shaking his head Mark looks down at the woman on the gurney. "I'm going with her. I'll go into the booth during the scan, but I'm not leaving her like this." Mark's voice dares Derek to challenge him on this. Earlier today Mark had gotten one of the scariest pages of his life, he wasn't in a place to handle physically separating himself from Lexie right now.

Once they get Lexie settled on the CT bed, Mark lets the other doctors clear out first. He'll press the button to send her into the machine. "You're going to be just fine. You know what to do here, and I'll be in the booth if you need me." He says moving towards the button.

Just as he hits the button he hears her make a noise from the bed. "Mark?" Lexie calls softly.

Stepping closer to her, he watches her go into the machine. "Yeah Lex?"

"I love you."

AN: So she still loves him! Whattt. Let me know what you thought!