Chapter 12: I'm on my way

Lexie wavered in and out of consciousness as she was pushed to the OR. Mark watched her struggle to stay alive yet alone to stay awake. This was all too unreal. As Webber helped a thought suddenly struck him. He stopped running with them and just stopped in the middle of the hall. Shepherd yelled his name but Webber didn't respond. He had to do something before he went into this surgery. Suddenly he turned around and run in the other direction. Shepherd and everyone else were too busy to worry so they kept going.

"Mar…Ma…Ruck…Maruck." Lexie kept trying to say his name but the word just wouldn't form. Callie moved the oxygen mask form her mouth knowing that she wanted to say something, or do something. This could be her last chance to do it. Her eyes suddenly opened slowly and she looked over at Mark who was helping to push the stretcher. She reached her hand out. He grabbed it immediately.

"Mark, go to the gallery. You can watch but you can't help." Derek said as they came to the doors. The rest of the surgeons kept going and wheeled her into the operating room, prepping for the surgery.

"Please just let me in. Just so I can hold her hand. I don't want to be alone right now. And I don't want her to be scared. I just want to be there for her…To comfort her." Mark cried anxiously.

"I know you do and I'm sorry but we can't let you in. You're too emotionally attached…You're not fit to be in there," Derek informed, "You can watch her from upstairs. I promise it'll be alright."

Mark hated that he had to just sit and watch them cut into her again but he was too exhausted to put up a fight. He agreed and walked off to get into the gallery.

Lexie was on the table now. The other surgeons were prepping and scrubbing while the nurses dressed the bedding and got out the instruments. The anesthesia was about to be administered when Lexie suddenly reached over and grabbed Yang's arm and said, "Cristina,"
"Wait!" Yang called and bent down to Lexie's view point.

Lexie gulped hard and then pushed through her tears, trying to get out what she needed to say, "Please….Tell…Meredith…That I love her…And that she…Was a good….Sister,"

Yang put her hand over Lexie's and squeezed in a comforting way, "Tell her yourself when you wake up…." Yang said and smiled, even though the waterworks were coming back, "Because we're gonna make you better. You're going to survive…I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."

Lexie nodded.

All the surgeons then rushed in, excluding Webber who had simultaneously disappeared. "Let's get to work," Derek shouted as he entered.

The anesthesiologist administered the drug and Lexie would soon be unconscious.

"You ready?" Derek said to Lexie before she slipped away.

"As ready as I'll ever be," She replied before she went under.

"Alright people…It's a beautiful day to save lives," Derek said in confidence. With that all the surgeons flocked towards the patient and got to work. Torres immediately began fixing the arm while Shepherd and Yang performed the craniotomy.

Suddenly the machines started beeping furiously. All heads turned towards the screens. "She's in V-tach," Yang called out first.

"What the hell did you do?" Torres asked.

"Shit…It's a bleeder." Derek said pulling his tool out. "Suction Bokey!" He called to the scrub nurse.

The blood pooled into a beaker. And then as Shepherd got it under control her vitals came down and she was stable again. Everyone sighed with relief.

Shepherd looked up to see how Mark was doing. He was up at the glass staring down. His body shaking with fear and his eyes wild. He looked like he'd aged ten years within one day. His eyes looked sparkly with tears. This was awful for him. He remembered Mark saying that he didn't want to be alone right now. That wasn't like Mark. It wasn't something Mark would admit unless he really really meant it. Derek felt terrible. He'd probably just scared him half to death with the bleeder. He really needed someone up there with him.

Derek looked around the room. Everyone was busy at work, but the only person he could spare was a resident.

"Yang,"

"Yes Dr. Shepherd?" She asked, looking up from her work at him.

"Can you go sit with Mark?"

Yang looked up at the gallery and saw him. He did look horrible. She didn't want to do this but she did feel extremely bad for him. He was a wreck.

"Of course Dr. Shepherd. Shall I call Meredith while I'm at it? I think she'll want to be here."

"Yes. Good thinking." He complimented and watched as she left the room.

Yang pulled off her mask and threw it in the trash in the scrub room. As soon as she was in the hallway she pulled out her cellphone and dialed Meredith's number, holding it up to her ear as it rang and leaning back on the wall.

"Cristina!" She answered immediately in a rambunctious, inquiring voice, "How is she? Do you know? I'm just getting Zola ready now, I'm gonna drop her at the daycare and I'll be right up there. Please…Tell me something good.

Yang was quiet for a moment. Was there something good to tell? Was anything happening right now good? Sure her bleeding was under control and she was still alive but who could tell. Who could tell if she would make it anyways? She was in critical condition which meant that she could very well die today.

Her silence must've worried Meredith because she cried, "Cristina please, please is she dead? Don't tell me she's dead. Did she wake up?"

"Yes…She woke up." Cristina responded keeping her voice cool as the silent tears dripped down her face.

"Oh thank God!" Meredith screeched, "She's okay? She's alright?"

"Um well…She…She's in surgery again."

"What? What happened?"

"I don't have all the details of the before hand happenings. I showed up while she was getting her CT scan but Derek had determined that she had a brain contusion. As we were moving her she seized and went into D fib. We got her heart started again and rushed to surgery where she's at now. Me and Derek were doing the craniotomy when she got a bled. We stopped it and she's stable again but…I can't tell you how it'll turn up. She isn't looking so good. I don't mean to worry you but you should get down here. She wanted me to tell you," Cristina took in a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm as she repeated Lexie's words, "That you are a good sister and that she loves you,"

"Oh God," Meredith cried, "She can't die. She can't. Not before I get to say goodbye."

"I'm so sorry Meredith," Yang cried with her, "Derek's doing everything he can though. She might be alright. Let's hope for that,"

"I'm on my way," Meredith informed.

"Ok. See you soon," Yang said before hanging up.