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Authoress Note: the majority of this chapter (The Roger's POV) was written by Harper's Pixie, and the Alexia's POV was written by VivaLaVieBohemeA.

ROGER'S POV

I'm lost in thought. Anger and sadness are fighting for possession of my body and mind. I can't look at Benny without wanting to lash out and I can't dare to take a look at Alexia's sad face without wanting to just curl up and cry. I'm staring at some overly priced gift with suddenly the overhead speakers pull me from my thoughts.

"Code Red, room 508, Code Red, Cardiac Arrest."

With those words I can feel my chest clinch up.

"Shit!" Alexia shouts, "Roger, 508, that's Mark!"

"Oh god," I whisper before my throat shuts and I barrel towards the elevators. I push the button and when the elevator doesn't immediately open I head for the stairwell. As I reach the door, Benny shoves me out of the way. I want to be pissed at him, but then Alexia grabs my wrist and tugs me with her. I push away my anger. All I can think about is Mark. I can't lose him, WE can't lose him.

I run up flight after flight of stairs and finally we reach Mark's floor, Benny a few feet ahead of us. Benny reaches Mark's room and stops dead in his tracks. The look on his face makes my heart stop. Alexia and I stop on either side of him. My eyes go wide as I watch the doctors and nurses shock Mark over…and over…and over. He's not coming back. Why isn't he coming back! I can't stop staring at Mark as his lifeless body jumps with every volt. Alexia's screams break my trance. Oh God, she shouldn't see this. I wrap my arms around her middle and try to pull her away from the door.

"Alexia, come on, you've gotta let them work," I try to whisper in her ear.

She pulls her way out of my arms and heads back towards the door only to have the same nurse from before slam it shut in her face. I can feel that door slamming through my entire body. I back away from the door and hear someone breaking down. I'm amazed when I realize it is Benny, he's sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest as he begins to sob. Alexia is soon to follow.

I clench my fists. I can feel the anger building up in me. Why Mark! He's never done anything wrong. He's spent nearly all of his adult life helping people, helping me out of my stupid mistakes. If anyone deserves this, I do! I'm the screw up, not him! I clench my jaw as I turn towards the wall. In my mind I see the faceless person who put Mark in that hospital bed and I punch the wall over and over and over until it feels like my knuckles are broken. Still I punch, a feral scream escaping between my clenched teeth. I'm not satisfied until my fist goes completely through the wall. I'm breathing heavily now, my entire body has gone numb. I look at the hole and back down to my scraped and bloodied knuckles. I'm amazed that no one stopped me, but also relieved as well. I needed this. My head isn't as cloudy now. My thoughts are clearer and I know where I need to be. I lean my head against the wall and begin to talk, to reminisce about the good times. When I'm finished I sit down next to Benny, all three of us continue staring at the door leading into Mark's room.

It seems like we've talked forever. Alexia is just finishing her story of how she and Mark met when the tears return; I place a hand on her shoulder and try to calm her. Suddenly the surgeon comes out of the room and the three of us are on our feet in seconds. We all wipe at our tear filled eyes and hold our breath.

"We got him back." he says and for the first time since that code was called, I truly breathe.

"But, Ms. Hemmingway, can I speak with you for a minute." He continues and I nod, motioning her on. I need to talk to Benny anyway.

I turn to him, he's still silently crying. I fold my arms and do something I haven't done to him in years, I apologize.

"Look, Benny, I'm sorry about before."

He puts a hand up to stop me, "No, I deserved it. I've not been the greatest person in the past couple of years. I've not been there when you guys needed me."

"Yeah, but that gave me no right to accuse you of doing that to Mark."

"You were scared. We all are. People do irrational things when they're scared."

"Yeah but I let my temper get the best of me."

Benny puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles, "Look, let's just call it a truce and try to figure out who really did this to Mark, ok?" he pauses and looks at the hole in the wall and back to my hand. "And from the looks of it, you need to get that wrapped up."

I go to say that I'm fine but he interrupts, "No, you can't fight off infections like you used to and I know Alexia will want you at tip top shape. We've got a shooter to catch."

I turn back and watch as a distraught Alexia rushes into Mark's room. I clench my eyes shut, once more fighting off tears. Who would do such a thing to Mark? I shake my head and look back at Benny, "Ok, thanks."

"No problems, that's what friends are for."

I look at him and see the man I hadn't seen since before Alison. I smile and say, "Yeah, that's what friends are for."

ALEXIA'S POV

Oh god, he looked even worse than before.

I rushed my fiancee's bedside and took his pallid hand in mine. His breathing was steady and shaky. Not for the first time, I wanted to hurt who did this to Mark. I wanted them to be afraid and feel a fraction of what the rest of us were going through.

Fresh tears spring to my eyes as a sad smile crosses my lips and I find myself laughed even more sadly. "Mark, honey, you've gotta stop doing this to us." I squeezed his hand, and wanted nothing more in the world than for him to squeeze my hand back. "Mark, please. Don't die on us anymore, or ever." I paused, listening to Roger's conversation with Benny. "Oh my god Mark, you've started a revolution. Even Benny's going to help find who did this to you."

And with that, I kissed my fiancee softly on the lips and left his hospital room.