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Mark Sloan ran through the OR hallways. It had occurred to him that he didn't need his car, but he wasn't thinking straight. He hadn't been thinking straight for a while. If he had, he never would've let Lexie walk away and he never would've walked away.

He was about to look in the window of OR One when a nurse said, "Dr. Sloan, you can't go in there."

He knew that this must mean that Lexie was in there. He opened the door.

Lexie Grey. HIS Lexie Grey. The woman he was in love with. So many words could describe the woman who was lying on the operating table unconscious. He had seen millions of surgeries. Plenty of people covered in blood, but this was Lexie, it was just too much…..

He started to come towards her, tears blurring his vision, when Derek spoke, "Mark, you shouldn't be in here.

Mark started to see straight. His eyes went straight to Alex assisting Derek. He was furious.

"Get away from her." He hissed.

"Whoa, dude, chill. It's just surgery." Alex said looking up.

"DAMMIT KAREV! I SAID GET AWAY FROM HER!" Mark yelled starting to turn red.

Alex looked at Derek who nodded. He quickly left the OR.

"Mark, you need to leave." Derek said.

"No, I don't. This is Lexie."

"I am very aware that this is Lexie. I am two inches into her skull and one wrong move could be fatal and you're blowing my concentration."

"Okay." Mark said. He started to leave, but then turned. "I love you, Lexie. You're going to be okay. You were given a second chance, we were given a second chance and I'm, going to fight for it, I'm going to fight for you." He looked at her still body, she didn't even really need the anesthesia that was being pumped into her, but he hoped she still heard him.

…………..

Mark sat in the waiting room. Meredith was sitting near him; her sobs could be heard by everyone. She had her head resting on Cristina's shoulder. Callie's hand was on his shoulder. Her chicken pox was pretty much gone, so she had come to try and comfort him, but he was oblivious. He kept replaying what had happened earlier in front of the hospital. Her hurt expression was imprinted in his mind. He kept hearing his own words. I can't even look at you right now. He didn't want to think about, but that might be the last thing Lexie ever heard him say.

He saw Derek walk out with an expression on his face that was never good for a surgeon to have. He immediately stood up.

"What happened? She's not… She didn't…." He started to say, but was at a loss for words.

"She is in a coma. I was able to repair the intracranial bleed, but she is barely responding to noxious stimuli. She should have woken up from the anesthesia and hour ago." Behind him he could hear Meredith saying, Oh God, oh God, the same was she had when she had discovered that O'Malley was John Doe.

"I… Uh… Can I see her?" He asked.

"Of course you can. Room 212." He said, before hugging him.

……..

Mark slowly walked up to Lexie's doorway. He peeked through. She looked so small in the hospital bed hooked up to countless machines. She was so pale. Her left leg and arm were both in casts. The only sign of life was her chest slowly rising and falling.

He slowly closed the door and moved over to the bed. "You told me once that when you're hurt, you like someone to stroke your hair. So I'm going to climb into bed with you and stroke your hair."

He lay down and then wrapped her in his arms. He couldn't believe how light she was despite the five pounds of plaster around the left side of her body.

He started to stroke her hair and he whispered into her ear, "I love you Lexie. I need you to wake up. You put me back together, I can't fall apart again." He said before lightly kissing her cheek and drifting off to sleep.