"He'll come around," the Chief said to the room of people.

"Yeah," Bailey said, a little less unsure.

"Are we free to go?" Lexie asked, her hands shaking.

"Yes, you're all free to go. If you need some time to grasp everything, let me know. I can make arrangements for you," the Chief said as Lexie got up and walked right out of the room. Without thinking twice, Mark stood up and followed her.

"Lexie!" Mark said, running down the hall after her.

"Mark, I just want to be alone," Lexie said, not turning towards him.

"No you don't."

"How would you know?" Lexie said, turning towards him with tears in her eyes. "You don't do this thing, remember? And need I remind you that you've moved on? The houses? Remember?"

"Lexie-"

"No, I need someone who is going to be here for me, whether I want to move in with them or not. I need someone who won't shy away from tears. I need someone who will understand that when I saw I want to be alone, that I really don't; who knows that what I need is to just be held. You don't do this. You've reminded me of that more than once in our weird relationship."

"Have I shied away yet?" Mark asked.

"What?"

"You said 'I need someone who won't shy away from tears.' I don't think I have shied away. I also ran after you. I also know you don't mean that you want to be alone. I have done everything you're looking for. And I'm trying to comfort you, but you're building a wall I will break down or climb over if I need to. I also know how irrational you get when you're upset. I can only imagine how hard this must be for you-to have someone who was so close to you come so close to dying. I'm trying."

"I know we fought over the whole house situation, but can we just forget that whole thing for right now and hold me?" Lexie said, tears running down her face.

"Of course," Mark said, pulling Lexie towards him, her face burrowing in his chest, his hand running through her hair.

"Cristina," Meredith said, turning towards her. "What caused her to, you know."

"I'm not sure. I'm thinking it was probably the stress from the surgery and the treatment before it that her body just couldn't recover fast enough."

"Her heart was probably weakened from the chemo and the drugs. I can't believe she's gone," Meredith said.

"Yeah, her whole, perky about everything attitude was kind of annoying, but I'm gonna miss it," Cristina said.

"Yeah, she was a good friend. A good doctor. A good person. How could this happen? We're doctors," Meredith said. "We're supposed to be able to keep people alive."

"You guys saved George. We tried, and we broke the law to do it, but we just couldn't. We couldn't keep her alive."

"It's not your fault. Her body just couldn't handle it," Meredith said. "I don't know how to keep it together at the funeral. This is going to be hard."

"Yeah, well don't worry. You don't have to come," Alex said.

"What?"

"You heard me. You were so preoccupied by Bambi to even give Izzie a thought. You couldn't care less about her."

"That's not true. Yes, I was working on George, but Izzie wasn't my case. And I helped talk her into the surgery like you asked me to. We had you and her get married instead of Derek and I because we wanted her to be happy. I loved Izzie. So don't tell me I didn't care about Izzie. You can blame me if that makes you feel better, but you can not say I didn't care about her!"

"It's true," Cristina said. "Alex, she fought hard for Izzie. She convinced her to do the surgery. She went through a bunch of hideous wedding dresses to please her. She let her plan a ridiculously large wedding even though she didn't want one. Just because Izzie wanted to do it. She even originally told Izzie to not do the surgery because she was scared for her. Don't start telling us we didn't care about her!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I feel like I need to blame someone. I don't know what I'm going to do without her. This is too hard," Alex said as Meredith pulled him into a hug.

"You'll get through this. We all will."

Owen walked into the darkened on-call room. "Cristina? Are you in here?"

"Yeah."

"How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure what to think or feel or what to do."

"I'm really sorry about Stevens," Owen said, walking towards her.

"I took my bed fan down," Cristina said.

"What?"

"I took the fan above my bed down. You said it was a trigger of a chopper. I took it down."

"Okay? I'm not sure what this has to do with anything," Owen said, slightly confused.

"I love you. And I know how hard things are for you. I don't want to be scared anymore. I want to be able to have to come home with me and hold me in my bed. I want to fall asleep in your arms without having to worry about something happening. I just want to have you hold me," Cristina said, falling into his arms and crying.

"Shh," Owen said. "It's okay. I'm here for you. I promise I won't hurt you. I love you."

"You okay Meredith?" Derek asked.

"I save one of my best friends while another friend died. I don't know what to feel. I'm happy that George is doing better, but I'm upset about Izzie. It's hard to be happy and sad at the same time. But I feel like life is too short. I think we should get married. I think we should get married today."

"Mer," Derek said. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"You don't want to marry me?"

"Not like this. I don't want you to marry on the day you find out one of your best friends died and one nearly did. I want it to be a happy day, not something happy to cover up sadness. You'll resent it later. I don't want it to happen this way."

"You don't want to marry me anymore," Meredith said, turning away.

"Meredith-"

"No, just, no," Meredith said, side stepping his attempt to reach out for her. "Just, don't."

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