Thank you all so much for the reviews! Your enthusiasm is contagious lol

On a writing note, tomorrow is a super exciting day! George RR Martin (the author of the A Song of Ice and Fire Series, aka Game of Thrones) is in Toronto! He's doing a reading tonight out of his currently being written book but I was too late to get tickets to that. I did however get tickets to the HBO Game of Thrones exhibit for tomorrow afternoon, and tomorrow night GRRM is doing a book signing at one of the bookstores in TO! Hopefully we get to meet him, it's bound to be super packed at the signing. I'm so excited and definitely encourage you to read/watch Game of Thrones if you haven't already. It is an amazing series!

Anyhoo, on with the show!

Mark shook his head and left the patient's room. That man was a raving lunatic and it took all of Mark's self control not to punch him out. No wonder somebody beat him in the face. As he turned the corner his pager went off. It was Tyler. Tyler who was also taking care of Mr. Wyatt. Mark ignored the page, Avery could take care of it.

Mark changed out of his scrubs and made his way over to Joe's for his nightly ritual of getting wasted. More than once Joe had to cut him off and call him a cab. Once he even called Callie to come pick him up, and she was less than pleased. He never made that mistake again. Mark climbed onto his usual bar stool and ordered his usual drink.

"One of these days I'm just not going to serve you. It's a slippery slope you're on, Sloan," Joe chastised as he placed the drink in front of his customer. Mark responded by sipping from his glass.

"He's right you know, you're going to have to give this up eventually," Derek approached his friend.

"I'm off duty and I'm not on call. I'll do what I want," he scoffed, barely acknowledging his colleague standing beside him.

"Why aren't you answering your pages? Or your cell phone? You know the line of work you're in. It's life or death and you're not taking it seriously. This isn't a job you can slack off in," Derek berated him calmly. Mark tried not to roll his eyes. "Just answer your damn pages," he finished and as if on cue, the pager began beeping madly again.

Mark resisted responding with a mature Make me, but instead he shoved the pager in his coat pocket. Derek sighed. "They found her."

He turned around on his bar stool and finally fully acknowledged Derek's presence. "What?" he asked quietly.

"Lexie is in a bed at Seattle Pres. She's not conscious right now, but she's there and she's alive."

Mark stood up quickly from his spot on the bar stool. "Why the hell did you wait so long to tell me! Let's go!" he yelled and tore off out of the bar with Derek behind him.

When they got to the hospital, Callie was waiting for them outside Lexie's room.

"Let me see her," Mark demanded and attempted to push past the other doctor. Callie flung out her arms and barred the doorway.

"Just wait one second. I need to prepare you," she explained.

"Prepare me for what? Let me see her!" She was right behind that door. He was so close.

"Mark! Focus. She's unconscious and hasn't been responsive since she came in this morning. She has a rough road ahead of her. There is a lot of damage and breaks to Lexie's bones and it's going to be months probably before she can even think about walking again. If ever."

"What the hell happened to her?" He just wanted to hold her in his arms again, and tell her everything will be okay.

"She...fell out of a third story window," Callie said, and hesitantly glanced between Mark and Derek, "Meredith is in there already if you want to go see her." she suggested to the latter. He wordlessly went to join his wife. Mark desperately tried to peek into the room after him trying to get a glimpse of Lexie. He was unsuccessful.

Callie glanced around the hallway to make sure that no one else from Seattle Grace was within earshot. "There's one more thing," she brought up hesitantly. "Lexie is pregnant. I don't know if you had something to do with that or not, but she is. I haven't told anyone else."

Mark was stunned. "Do you know how far along she is?"

"The doctor who brought her in said 10 weeks." Callie added, "Oh and the doctor also happened to be Julia. She did the math and she's totally pissed but pretending not to be by the way. You might want to avoid her if you can help it."

"Good call. Can I see Lexie now? Please." He begged and followed Callie into the room. Meredith was sitting in the chair behind the bed with Derek standing behind her. She was holding onto to her sister's bruised hand and staring at her sadly. She looked so tired and helpless. Mark felt the same way. His heart sank when he looked at Lexie. Her face was in bad shape, along with the rest of her. All he could do was stare as the machines beeped in the background. Slowly he walked towards bed and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, willing her to wake up. What the hell happened to you, he wondered and tears began to slip from his eyes. He didn't even bother to try and wipe them away.

Mark pulled up a chair on the other side of the bed and held Lexie's other hand. He held on delicately, scared that in whatever mind she was in it would hurt her.

"The neuro guy here says there's minimal damage to her brain, but I'll bring Derek the scans to see for yourself," Callie offered. "It's mostly the rest of her body that's in trouble. I'm the doctor on her case, as well as Bailey." Callie explained.

"I'll see about getting her transferred in the morning," Meredith said, never taking her eyes off Lexie.

Dr. Torres shook her head. "I think it's best she stays here. She's too close to the doctors at Seattle Grace. And by that, I mean you guys."

Mark already tuned the rest out. His sole focus was Lexie. She just lay there, helpless and broken in the hospital bed. He turned his attention to her stomach. She was pregnant. He had to resist placing his hand over her stomach, even though he desperately wanted to. It may be the only contact he gets with his unborn child. Assuming it was his. Who knows what happened to her since she's been missing. Regardless, Mark considered the child to be his. He wanted to laugh bitterly. It was all so cruel. He got everything he's ever wanted. Lexie came back into his life and she's pregnant (presumably) with his child. It was all he asked for out of life.

But here she was, laying there broken.

"It's been a long day. You should all head home and get some rest." Callie suggested, but Meredith immediately shook her head. "There's nothing you can do here. Go home to Zola and come back in the morning. The nurses will page you if there's any change at all."

"I'll stay and call if there's anything." Mark offered. Reluctantly Meredith agreed.

"Call me if she so much twitches," she instructed. She whispered something in Lexie's ear, kissed her on the cheek and left with Derek.

"I'm heading home too. I'll have one of the nurses bring in a cot," Callie said, "You should really try and get some rest. Whatever happens, it's not going to be easy."

Mark nodded but he had no intention of sleeping tonight. Callie left, leaving Mark alone with Lexie and his thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder how she got like this. Did she jump out of the window on purpose? Judging by the cuts all over her body she obviously didn't just fall out an open window.

He was brought out of his thoughts when there was a knock at the door. Two police officers stood waiting for an invitation into Lexie's room. Mark tried not to roll his eyes. He was tired of the police.

"You're Dr. Mark Sloan?" the woman in uniform asked. He nodded.

"My name is Officer Bell, and this is my partner, Officer Greene. We have a few questions for you about one of your patients. Is this a good time?" she asked calmly. Mark had no desire to speak with her, but she stepped into the room started asking anyways.

"Can you tell me what you know about Jim Wyatt?"

Mark shrugged. "He's an ass. No wonder his wife hit him with a paper weight."

"That's the thing," Officer Bell said, "Mr. Wyatt isn't married. He never has been."

"All I know is that he's Meredith Grey's neighbour. She's the one who identified him." Mark offered hoping they would go away.

"Grey? Interesting." Bell scribbled in her notebook.

"He's just a nut job, he probably lost a fight to some other old man over some prune juice."

"Actually Dr. Sloan, we believe Jim Wyatt was involved in the disappearance of your colleague there." Officer Greene finally spoke up. His partner nudged him and shook her head. He didn't offer anymore information.

"He did this to her?" Mark asked.

"We're not at liberty to say at this point."

"Like hell you aren't. This was Wyatt's fault? He's the reason Lexie is laying there broken and half dead!" he yelled. He could feel his face turning red.

"I think we're done here," Bell said coolly. "Dr. Sloan it's a good idea if you stayed away from Jim Wyatt. We wouldn't want you to find yourself in trouble."

Without another word the officers left. A moment later the nurse arrived with a cot for him, but Mark didn't bother to make small talk. She left as silently as she came. Eventually Mark dozed off, his head resting at the foot of Lexie's bed.

Meredith found him like that the next morning, and she didn't have the heart to wake him up. Derek went in to work and dropped Zola off at daycare but she couldn't get her mind off her sister laying in the hospital. She had begun getting hourly calls from Molly, begging for updates. Meredith cringed every time her phone rang as there wasn't any news to give her. It felt weird thinking of Molly as her sister, and if she was being honest with herself Molly felt more like Lexie's sister, not hers. They grew up together and had a whole life separate from Meredith.

Thatcher and his new girlfriend were on vacation in the Caribbean and they hadn't been able to contact him about Lexie yet. He would be home by the end of the week, no use ruining the rest of his vacation so he could fly home and sit in this depressing hospital room.

Mark was still asleep when April and Jackson stopped by. "How's she doing?" April asked quietly as she brought in an extravagant bouquet of flowers. She set the vase down on the table beside Lexie.

"There's no change," Meredith replied, "yet." Might as well try to be optimistic.

"She'll come around soon. She's tough," April replied, only sounding half convinced herself. "She'll get through this."

"Do you mind if I stick around for awhile?" Jackson interjected nervously. Meredith nodded and he pulled up a chair. "So what did Torres come up with?"

"News travels fast around Seattle Grace," April explained.

Meredith held back a smile. She knew just how quickly information got around at work. "Ideally we want Lexie to wake up before she goes back into surgery, but if she doesn't by this afternoon Callie has to anyways."

"Has he been here all night?" Avery stared at Mark and Meredith nodded.

"How's Wyatt doing?" she asked trying to get her mind off Lexie.

"Oh, your neighbour? He'll be fine, he's getting discharged in the morning. The police came in to question him earlier though, I have no idea what for," he replied.

April shook her head, "I knew there was something off about that guy. Good riddance."

Meredith nodded and the group fell silent. Eventually Kepner got paged and returned to Seattle Grace, leaving Avery sitting awkwardly by the door. On one hand he wanted to be here for Lexie, but on the other he kept searching for a valid reason. He wasn't family, they weren't dating anymore and they weren't best friends. He was there just so he could feel close to her again.

After lunch Bailey came in carrying Lexie's charts. Mark had groggily woken up about an hour before and hadn't said a word. He just stared at Lexie.

"It's time," Bailey told Meredith, "We're going to prep her for surgery. I suggest you all head home for a few hours, it's going to be a long one."

"I'll wait here," Mark said and subconsciously held on to his chair.

"Come have dinner with us, then we'll come back right after." Meredith instructed, but he shook his head. "That wasn't a question. Jackson, you're welcome to come too." Less people to call with updates, she thought.

Reluctantly, the boys followed Meredith out of the room after their goodbyes to Lexie. Bailey watched as they walked out the door then approached her patient's bed. "We'll take care of you Grey," she checked her vitals and prepped her, "You're in good hands and there are so many people rooting for you. You'll get through this," she assured her patient, hoping Lexie could hear her.

Bailey was determined. I'm not going to lose another one, she thought.

So there it is! Hopefully it was all to your liking, please review if it was (and especially if it wasn't!) Keep an eye out for the next chapter!