Be sure you check out the previous chapter, as I'm posting two at once. This will be the last group of two that I post for a little while, but I will post as often as I can, again, no more than a week between postings.

Just to keep you all in the know, I will be reverting back to Owen's point of view soon. Just give it a few more chapters.

Thanks for sticking with me.

"He still has a pulse," Cristina said, breathing a sigh of relief. The moment didn't last long, as she knew hesitation meant death. "Grab him under the arms," she commanded, as she stood and moved to grab his legs. Meredith's hysteria seemed to vanish for the moment, and she quickly did as she was told. Cristina crouched down next to Derek's feet, and with her one good arm, hoisted them both over her shoulder, gripping them down with her hand for dear life. She groaned as she stood, feeling the weight of his body pushing her down. Still she persevered.

They walked silently and clumsily back to the campsite, growing more exhausted with each step they took. After what seemed like hours, they finally arrived and set Derek down at the second crash site. Without a word, Cristina strode determinedly back to the first crash site in search of supplies. "Wh-where are you going?" Meredith asked, looking up from her spot next to Derek.

Cristina turned and said calmly, "I'm just going back to the cabin to get supplies. I'll be back. Just-" she put her hand up, turning away. "Keep him alive while I'm gone." She didn't look back as she stumbled her way through the forest once again. When she arrived at the campsite, Arizona immediately asked the obvious question.

"Did you find him?" Her eyes watched Cristina intently as she rummaged through the cabin, again, searching for any supplies that she could make use of.

"Yeah," she replied absentmindedly. She heard Robbins sigh in relief, not telling her that they were far from out of the water. They were still miles beneath the surface. Suddenly, a wave of excitement washed over Cristina. "I found it!" she screamed enthusiastically.

Arizona looked up hopefully. "The first aid box?"

Cristina smiled, proudly hoisting a black boot above her head. "My shoe!" Why weren't they all celebrating? She could breathe now. She had found her shoe.

Jerry looked down at Arizona. "Is she going to be okay?" Cristina heard the comment and decided to ignore it. None of them; none of them could see right now that she was the only reason they were still able to talk to one another at all. She hoped the day would never come when they could see that. That was not her legacy. This was not her legacy.

Cristina rummaged through the cabin some more before settling on some makeshift supplies and stuffing them into a roller bag. She retreated back to the second crash site with her long lost boot and not another word.

When Cristina returned, she came upon Meredith trying to clean Derek's wound with a drip bottle Cristina had brought from the prior trip with supplies for Lexie. Meredith was muttering apologies to Derek as he moaned in pain at the contact.

"Where's Lexie?" Meredith had obviously failed to tell him of the tragedy during her absence. She simply stared at him, sorrow consuming her features as she breathed, her eyes downcast. "No," Derek whispered, unbelievingly. She sighed, focusing again on cleansing the gaping hole in his arm. He shook his head and turned away, tears filling his eyes as he struggled not to cry.

His eyes landed on Mark, who was sitting against the plane, right where they had left him a long time before. He was visibly whiter now, but his face and demeanor remained unchanged. He was still holding onto her hand, refusing to let go, his knees were positioned against his chest, and his eyes remained staring at the ground.

Meredith's voice broke him from his thoughts. "Okay, let's just keep it together, okay?" she adopted Cristina's earlier advice, finding it remarkably appropriate in their time of trial.

Cristina could not afford to feel in that moment, so she spoke to herself in an effort to focus on finding something useful to use on Derek's hand instead. "Safety pin," she eventually cried out.

"Bring that," Derek said enthusiastically. "Do you have a t-shirt or a bandana?"

"Got it, got it," she replied, striding back over to the disheveled couple.

"Okay," he said, his breathing increasing. "We have to close the wound." He looked down at his arm and anticipated the agony he was about to feel. "Use the safety pin. Weave your way inside and out," he said growing nauseous at the thought of it. "Then put the bandana on top of it, and tape it."

"And wh-what's the t-shirt for?" Cristina asked.

"Put it in my mouth. I'm probably going to scream a lot, and I'm gonna-I'm gonna pass out," he said, feeling the contents of his stomach working their way to the surface. Without hesitation, Cristina pushed the t-shirt into his mouth and held onto it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Meredith said as she inserted the needle into Derek's tender skin. A muffled cry bellowed through the forest as she made the first puncture. "Please pass out, please pass out," she pleaded desperately, as Derek flailed his legs wildly.

Cristina held the t-shirt diligently as Meredith worked, wishing she had been the one to close the wound. Even with one good arm, her hands would've been steadier than Meredith's, and she would have been more focused on closing the wound rather than Derek's pain, but nonetheless, she did as she was asked.

She didn't have a clock, but the sun was beginning to set, and she knew what that meant. It had long since passed Jerry's approximated four-hour time stretch, and they had still not been found. Cristina wondered then if she had been right; if they were going to die out there, just like O'Malley had died in the freak bus accident, and many of their own had died in the shooting.

Seattle Grace Mercy Death, she thought, chuckling to herself. Now that's funny.

It was all but funny, but the nickname was only fitting. They had endured so much tragedy in such a short period of time, and the hospital was the unfortunate connection. She thought back to the hospital, and sighed, bracing a wailing Derek with her hand, praying as Meredith had, that he would just pass out already. Owen, please make this stop. Please find us.