CHAPTER 3

I had officially lost track of time. Apparently, it had only been four days since we were all stranded in the woods, but to me, it felt like months. I opened my eyes slowly as I heard the sound of the helicopter's choppers fly around us. The lights were shining so brightly, that I could barely see anything; I felt like I was dead and about to cross over. I watched as a few people got off the helicopter and grabbed Cristina and Meredith first. In that moment, I turned my head and looked over at Mark. I wanted to speak, but the sounds of the choppers were so loud; that and no words wanted to come out. Next they grabbed Arizona and Derek; Mark and I were last. When one guy tried to carry me up alone, I reached my arm out trying not to let go of Mark's hand, but the paramedics didn't care. They just wanted to save us and get us to a hospital as soon as possible.

While on the helicopter, I looked over at Mark, who laid on a gurney next to me. I slowly reached my arm out to hold his hand, but pain started to shoot down my hip; I let out a loud scream. The paramedics began injecting me with morphine so I wouldn't feel the pain and before I knew it, I was knocked out cold.

When we arrived at the hospital at Idaho, all I could hear were ringing sounds and muffled voices. I had no idea what was going on. I looked around as I laid in the bed and didn't see any of the other doctors. Oh god! Mark! He was all I could think about. Then I started to worry about Arizona, Cristina, Derek, and Meredith. I swallowed hard as a few doctors walked into my room and began examining me. They spoke about me, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. One of them looked into my eyes with a light, in which my instant reaction was to shut my eyes. I already had the helicopter's lights shining brightly in my eyes and I for sure DIDN'T need more of them blinding me. Then it got quiet again. For a while, I had no idea the other doctors had had family members or loved ones visiting until Dr. Bailey and Dr. Webber entered my room. Of course they would be here, I didn't have any loved ones or family members who WEREN'T on the plane crash. They began speaking to me and I think they were asking questions, but my ears were still ringing as if I had just gone to a concert and stood directly next to the speakers. Dr. Bailey pulled up my chart and looked at it. Based on her face, something on my chart was very surprising. At that moment, I opened my mouth and softly said,

"D-Dr. Bailey…" She looked over at me, put the chart down, and held my hand.

"You're okay." My hearing slowly started to come back as I shut my eyes tightly and felt tears running down my cheeks. Dr. Bailey leaned close and hugged me gently. This was DEFINITELY a moment I never thought I'd see in Dr. Bailey.

"You're gonna be okay." She said again as she pulled up a chair and sat down. Dr. Webber stood next to her. I let out a soft smile and whispered,

"Mark…" Dr. Bailey looked up at Dr. Webber and she motioned with her eyes for him to check on Mark; he nodded and left the room.

"You know? You're lucky you survived." Dr. Bailey began getting emotional on me.

"I read your charts and based on it, you only had wounds on your leg and hip, your lungs were bruised a bit and a few cuts here and there. But nothing too major." I smiled softly and completely forgot I had been trapped under a plane. Dr. Bailey was right, I was lucky I got out fine. I was lucky Mark and Cristina got that plane off me before it was too late. I was just so damn lucky.

"But your doctor friends, I'm not so sure about." I looked at her in fear,

"Are you gonna check up on them?" I suddenly asked,

"I will, but I'm gonna wait till Dr. Webber gets back. I don't wanna leave you here alone." I nodded and slowly sat up. I let out a moan in pain as I grabbed my left hip. Dr. Bailey lifted up my hospital gown to take a look and the crappy stitches done had ripped somehow.

"What kind of hospital is this? I swear, you have a few doctors get into a plane crash and they have the NERVE of stitching up a patient like this!" She shook her head angrily as she reached over to grab the hospital nurse-bell and repetitively pushed it. A nurse quickly ran in.

"Yes?" Dr. Bailey glared at her,

"Who's in charged of stitching her up?" The nurse started to answer, but as Dr. Bailey continued to glare, the nurse started to get scared.

"It-It was Dr. Anderson." She stuttered nervously.

"Go get them!" The nurse nodded as she ran out to find him.

"God. This man or woman better be dying in order for them to suture you up like crap." I smiled softly because I had never seen Dr. Bailey so caring before. In a way, I guess it was because she knew I had no one else to watch after me. Meredith was in her own room and Mark was too. I just really hoped they were both okay.

A few minutes later, Dr. Anderson walked into the room.

"You rang?" He said in the most monotone voice ever.

"Yeah! How do you explain this?" Dr. Bailey scolded him as she lifted my gown again and showed him the crappy stitching he had done.

"I apologize. I had an intern do it and…" But before Dr. Anderson could finish his explanation, Dr. Bailey cut him off.

"You let an idiot intern touch one of MY doctors?! And on top of that you let an IDIOT intern touch someone who was in a SERIOUS plane crash?! Uh uh! Get me some morphine and a suture kit. I'll do this myself."

"That's really unnecessary. I'd be happy to fix this up." Dr. Anderson spoke before grabbing the suture kid. Dr. Bailey snatched it out of his hands,

"I am NOT trusting you a second time. Perhaps instead of talking like Ben Stein, maybe you should grown some emotions and learn to TEACH your interns." Dr. Bailey snapped some rubber gloves on and began working on me. I looked over at Dr. Anderson who just stood there speechless. I guess he had never encountered a person like Dr. Bailey before and I gotta admit, even though she's scary, sometimes her scariness can come in handy.

A few hours later, the doctors had decided to sedate us all so we could fly back toSeattle. I still hadn't seen Mark and I was starting to worry. Dr. Webber had told me he was on and off again and that doctors had to resuscitate him multiple times, but something about that told me he was holding on. As the doctors sedated me, my eyes slowly began closing and not long after I was dreaming.

When I awoken, I was in a familiar patient room at Seattle Grace. I turned my head to look at the window and saw Alex and Jackson staring at me. Just PERFECT! My two exes staring at me. I wonder what they're thinking. I saw Alex's lips move in which Jackson responded with something. God, sometimes I wished they would speak loud enough for the whole hospital to hear, just so I would know what they were saying. In all honesty, I wasn't really sure of why I cared that much of what they had to say. I closed my eyes in hopes they would leave, but when I opened them again, they were still standing there. I wish they would decide to come into my room to visit, but instead they just stood there as if they were window shopping. Not long after, miss perky-butt came trotting into my room.

"Hey Lexie." She softly said as she sat down on a chair. My eyes looked away from Alex and Jackson and found its way to April.

"Hey…" I softly said while licking my lips.

"You thirsty? Do you need anything?" I shook my head slightly,

"I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you all made it out alive." She spoke as her eyes filled up with tears.

"Yeah, we were all lucky." I replied in which April nodded in agreement,

"Actually, there is something I need." April looked at me ready to take my commands.

"Anything. What is it?"

"H-How's Mark?" I softly asked.

"Last I checked, he was doing fine." I closed my eyes and smiled,

"C-Could you check again? D-Did he ask for me?" April got up off the chair,

"He's been mumbling your name, but I-I'm gonna check for you again, okay?" I nodded as she quickly left the room and FINALLY Alex got the balls to enter my room.

"Hey Lex. How you holding up?" He says slowly finding his way to the chair that April was once sitting in.

"I'm holding on." I respond.

"What happened to you, it really sucks. But if it makes you feel better, a few interns are already calling you The Metal Beast." I glared at him. How in God's name was THAT supposed to make me feel better?

"Um…thanks?" I shrugged unsure of what to say to him,

"You know I was supposed to go to Hopkins, right?" He suddenly said as if rubbing in my face that he was going to this GREAT school while I was stuck UNDER A PLANE!

"No…" I roll my eyes a bit annoyed.

"Yeah, but after I heard about this, I don't know...I just couldn't go." I scoff lightly,

"Have you heard anything about Dr. Robbins, Derek, Cristina, and Meredith?" I changed the subject on him. Alex swallowed hard,

"Yeah, Meredith seemed to only have a small wound on her leg. Cristina has gone cuckoo, Derek is fine minus his arm and Arizona, well she has an infection in her left leg." I adverted my eyes to look at my left leg and saw the bandages wrapped around the wound.

"Could you…" I began to say. Alex sat up and looked at me,

"Could you get me a wheelchair so I can go to Mark's room? I'm really getting impatient and April isn't back yet." Alex nodded, left the room, and grabbed a wheelchair. I slowly sat up and tried to get out of bed.

"Are you sure you're ready to get up?" I shrugged,

"I don't care, I wanna see Mark." I looked at the window and noticed Jackson giving his "What the hell?" face. Alex helped me onto the wheelchair after unhooking all the wires that were attached to me.

"W-What are you guys doing?" Jackson FINALLY entered the room.

"It's about time you came in." I teased him.

"I'm serious. One of your stitches could come undone or I don't know…" I interrupted him,

"Look, I don't care, okay? I need to see Mark. I'm gonna see him no matter how much pain I'm in. Now roll me to his room." Alex shared a look with Jackson before he pushed me out of the room.

"You know, the new Lexie is a little mean."Jackson whispered to Alex.

"If I'm not mean, I wouldn't be out here on my way to see Mark." I replied without turning my head. Alex stopped pushing the wheelchair as he parked it by his door.

"Why did you stop? I can't walk that far with my leg and hip in pain." Alex slowly pushed me closer to him. Mark looked at me and smiled,

"Lex…" He softly said, I stood up on my right foot and leaned close to him.

"Oh god, Mark." I closed my eyes trying not to cry.

"I'm okay, Lex. I promise. But are you?" He looked at the bandages wrapped around my leg and took a deep breath.

"I-I'm okay." I told him because honestly, when I was around him all I could think about was him. I gently got into bed with him and slowly began stroking his hair. God, this felt so right. I didn't care about the pain, about the incident, about who was watching and talking about me, all of that didn't matter when I was around Mark. I loved him so much and I was so happy he was okay.