You guys are seriously awesome! I got like 16 reviews telling me to sit my ass back down and write the next chapter for this story, so guess what, I couldn't help myself! If you keep up supporting me like that, I might be able to update regularly! Seriously!
A special thanks goes to McLonely, whose Alex-past-stories inspired me to finally write "Help me forget" down and therefore helped that it wasn't just an idea that I'd probably would have forgotten sooner or later!
Okay, so there you go, Chapter 2! Please read and let me know what you think
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just my computer and an unbelievably big longing to find out more about Alex! Is this too much to ask Shonda? Seriously?
Rating: Mentioning of child abuse. If you wanna skip those parts, then I suggest you don't read the italics, because they're gonna be flashback to Alex and Lauras childhood!
Chapter 2
Before Alex realised what was actually happening he had caught his sister and carefully lowered her slack body to the floor.
"I need some help over here!" He shouted out to the room full of patients, nurses and doctors and thankfully Addison Montgomery was still among them. She had obviously witnessed the scene and quickly approached him only to see Alex placing his shaking fingers on his sister's carotid artery to feel for a pulse but the adrenalin and anxiety that currently seemed to circulate in his bloodstream prevented him from using any skills that he was trained to utilize in such situations. He couldn't even find her damn pulse because his hand was trembling so uncontrollably.
"Wake up!" He ordered when he felt Addison hovering over his shoulder, her long hair that she'd chosen to wear open today touching his neck. Not that he had noticed this before anyway.
"What happened?" She asked unknowingly with the taking-charge-because-I'm-your-boss - tone in her voice, she quickly knelt down next to Alex and swatted his hand away from the woman's throat and replaced it with her own.
She always had steady hands, something he admired her for. Not that he'd admit this to anyone of course.
"Karev, what's her name?" Addison tried again to get the residents attention. By now she felt the steady flow of blood beneath her index and middle finger. The pulse was there but it wasn't as strong as it should have been.
"Laura" Alex said with a sound that felt so frightened with such a sadness seeping through that it gave her Goosebumps and sent shivers up and down her spine and that all with one single word.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked again, while fishing for her stethoscope in her lab coat. When she got no response she looked up at him and what she saw there was nothing that she had expected. Alex Karev was scared beyond believe, vulnerable and clearly not able to move.
Petrified.
Unable to do anything other than look at the woman who was still unconscious.
"Karev!" Addison yelled at him because she knew that was the only way to get him focused again. "What is wrong with her!"
"I…….I….. don't know" He told his boss, even though he was almost sure that he knew what had happened to his sister but he wasn't gonna tell anyone.
They never spoke about it with anyone other than themselves because they didn't understand. No one would ever understand completely. Never.
"Alex, Is she a patient?" Addison's voice pierced through his thoughts of possible scenarios how he had been able to find her.
"No, she…….she's my little sister." He stuttered and took Lauras hand in his own. "Laura please wake up, please!" He pleaded with her.
Addison had never heard Alex Karev beg for anything before. She was sure he'd never do that, but it seemed as though she'd been wrong.
"Okay, let's get her on a gurney and to an exam room! Move people!" Addison ordered, taking care of the growing crowd that had already formed around them.
When they had carefully loaded her onto a stretcher Addison looked over to Alex who was guiding the gurney with one hand and holding his sister's hand with the other. She'd only seen him acting like that with one other person: Ava or Rebecca or Jane Dow or whatever she called herself these days, but this was worse. Apparently he had lost control and wasn't really able to think straight anymore.
"Laura, please wake up!" Alex tried again to get through to his sister but she didn't hear him. She was trapped in a dream that she never wanted to relive again.
The pain shot through her cheek when the big rough hand slapped it with so much force that her head unwillingly tipped to the side.
She didn't cry. No, crying wouldn't help. It'd only make the whole thing worse. She'd learned that ages ago.
Even though she was only 6 years old.
Laura didn't dare to look at him. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Those distinctive eyes that almost resembled the once of a snake, which he was actually.
However he made her look at him because he captured her chin with one of his hands.
She wasn't strong enough to fight, not with only 6 years of age and so she stood there petrified, almost like a deer in the headlights of a car, blinded by fear of what might happen next. This man wasn't her dad, not in a million years could this angry person holding her be a father to anyone.
He just took a big swing with his hand to do it again when Alex appeared in the doorway of their living room. He had just returned from school, his bag still thrown over his shoulder.
"Laura?" He asked shakily, knowing instinctively that something bad was going on here. He could sense those things better than anyone else.
"Fuck off son, she's busy. She can't play with you now!" He slurred in a huff, which immediately told Alex that he was drunk.
Again.
An empty whisky bottle lay on the floor. The carpet below it was soaked with the horribly smelling liquid, making their living room stink like one of the bars where their dad's band played.
"Alex" came the pleading noise that was barely audible for him.
"Let her go!" Alex demanded, entering the room.
"I said FUCK OFF! This is none of your business, so get the hell out of here or you'll be next!" His father threatened him.
"Let her go!" He said again, reaching behind and quickly grabbed his heavy math book from his schoolbag. Thankfully he hadn't noticed. Alex carefully approached them, not wanting to set him off even more. When he got closer to his sister he clenched his fingers into the side of the book, anger overwhelming him. It was bad enough that he hit their mother but now he also did this to his sister? Alex wasn't gonna let this happen.
And before his father knew how it happened, Alex had thrown the book at his face, the edge of it hitting his nose, which was nod dripping with blood.
"Fuck, what the hell!" He heard his father swear and used the moment of distraction to take Laura's hand and led her out of the house, as far away as possible. Or as far away as an 8 and a 6 year old could go without being picked up by the police.
When Alex looked at Laura he realised that she was trembling uncontrollably.
"Dr. Karev I need you to step outside." Addison ordered when they were standing in exam 3. Alex was still holding his sister's hand and he didn't want to leave her. They would see the scars and the bruises and they would ask her questions when she came to it. He didn't want them bothering her, not when she'd obviously gone through enough trauma already. So he didn't even flinch at the attending's request.
"Karev I said you have to get out! You're not gonna stay here when we tread one of your family members!" She insisted again.
"Well you can't tread her either, you're a neonatal specialist and an ob/gyn!" He spat back. At the moment insults and rudeness where the only things that seemed to come out when he opened his mouth. A defence mechanism that had been perfected with years of training.
Too many damn years.
"I'm not gonna argue with you now, so don't cross me! I know perfectly well what my profession is, which is why I already paged Dr. Bailey" She said, clearly getting cranky, which is exactly what he had intended. Because pissed off people didn't ask as many questions as sympathetic ones.
"Fine!" He gave in, but not without sending her one last challenging glance before he left the room.
When the door behind him had been shut he leaned against the wall in the hallway for a moment and decided that he felt too exposed to the questioning stared of fellow doctors and nurses so he went looking for the next supply closet as a hiding place, at least for a little while.
He was always good at it. Sometimes their childhood reminded him of one giant and never ending game of hide and seek.
Or at least like an incredibly cruel and painful version of it.
Please let me know what you think! Is it still any good? Suggestions are always welcome of course! I'm going on vacation next week, so I won't be able to update until the week after that probably! But maybe, if my mailbox's filled with lot of review-alerts, I'll be quicker;)!