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Mark walked by Lexie's room on his way down to consult on a car crash for plastics. He briefly paused in front of her room.
It had been two months since she had been admitted. He had ended up practically moving into her hospital room. He kept his clothes there and slept in the bed with her every night. Every night he would tell her how his day went and would just talk to her, even if she couldn't talk back. No one understood why, but he knew why. He wasn't going to lose her again.
He realized that he needed to head off. He looked at the file while he was in the elevator. A teenage girl in the same type of car crash as Lexie had. She had been lucky though, broken arm, mostly minor cuts and bruises, except for a deep cut on her cheek.
………
"So, are you saying that this is, like, gonna leave a scar?" The girl, whose name had turned out to be Ashley, asked.
"Well," Mark said, "Judging by the deepness and sensitivity of the tissue, yes, it will probably leave a scar."
"A scar? On my face? You're kidding, right? I can't have a scar on my face…" She said started to panic.
Mark had tried to keep his cool, but this, this made him angry.
"Oh, you're going to have a scar. BIG DEAL. The woman I'm in love with got into the exact same kind of car crash as you did, but she ended up in a coma!!! So you can thank God that your spoiled little ass got out with just a damn scar!" He stormed off and slammed the door behind him. Callie, who had been working on the broken arm, followed him out.
"Mark…" She said coming up behind him where he was leaning on the hospital balcony.
"Damn it Torrez! I'm fine!" He said turning around angrily.
"No, you're not." She said still coming towards him. "You've never yelled at patients, especially not teenage girls. You're not okay. If you were okay, you would admit that you're hurting. You would admit that you haven't been home since the accident, that you live in Lexie's room. So, no, you're not okay." She said hugging him.
"I'm not okay." He whispered into her neck.
………….
Later that night he was sitting in Lexie's room with Callie finally talking about all the guilt that he had been feeling ever since the car accident.
"You know what the last thing I said to her was? I can't even look at you right now. I'm in love with her and I walked away from her." He said taking a sip of the beer that Callie had smuggled in.
"Look, when I had my chicken pox and Lexie was supposed to be taking care of me and I was talking about having an itch I can't scratch and pain and then she said, I slept with Alex, which I regret, completely, because I'm in love with Mark. She looked she was going to cry." Callie said.
"But she slept with Karev." He said glancing at Lexie.
"So?" Callie said looking at him. "Oh, come on. You slept with Addison a couple of times. She only had a one-night stand. You guys cancelled each other out."
Mark started to guiltily look at Lexie's bed. "That's exactly what she said. God, I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let her walk away in the first place. She has to wake up. I love her so much and I need her to know that I love her more than anything in the world." He said absentmindedly.
"Mark, look. Hey, look at me. She's going to wake up. Trust me." Her phone started to ring. She answered and then looked at him. "I have to go. Arizona's done with her surgery."
"Okay." He said.
She got up, put her hand on his shoulder in a comforting way, then opened the door,
As she was about to walk out, Mark spoke, "Callie?"
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Thanks." He said starting to smile at her.
"No problem." She said, but then turned around, "Take a shower or something, you smell."
"Torrez…" He said sternly.
"Okay, okay. I'm leaving. Night, Mark." She said smiling before leaving.
He leaned over Lexie's bed. "I don't stink do I?" He said and then smelled himself. "Okay, yeah, I do. I am going to shower so if you plan on waking up anytime in the next half hour, could you put it off another ten minutes? Just kidding, a little comatose humor. I love you Lexie." He said leaning down to kiss her before heading off to shower
