So I won't be able to write tomorrow. I'm playing in my governor's inaugural parade with my band all day. So I should be back the day after. But for now, here is a bit more.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy
Chapter 6
Mark walked slowly and determinedly down the hallway. He made his way toward the OR where there was a little girl waiting for him. He could make her life better. As of right now, her quality of life was very low. She barely had a face left due to the severity of her burns. Without this surgery, she would never be accepted. Sure, she could still see and hear and smell, but her deformities would get in the way of her ever having a normal relationship. She deserved better than that. Mark rounded the corner, and saw the large doors to the OR ahead. His baby girl was right behind there, waiting to be fixed. He took a deep breath, and walked past the doors.
He deliberately walked to the sink, where he scrubbed in. He took extra care picking out the cleanest mask, and cleaning his hands extra thoroughly. He heard the door open, and Meredith Grey came over, and started scrubbing in.
"Where's Will, Mere?" Mark asked in wonder.
"With Christina. They'll be fine. Chief asked me to scrub in so I could assist with the surgery, and make sure you are ok. Will is fine." Meredith said as she finished washing up. Mark nodded.
"Ok." Mark said as he turned around, and went past the doors that led into the small operating room. He saw little April lying on the table. Her burns were the first thing he noticed. He knew that the burns would always be the first thing he noticed if he didn't look past them, and treat her as he would any other child. Mark closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. When he knew he was ready, he opened them. The girl on the table was no longer his April, but just some other girl who needed his help.
Mark went over by the table and sat down in his chair so he could be level with her face.
"Scalpel." He said forcefully as he held out his hand towards a nurse, who obeyed his command.
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Lexie was exhausted. Both physically and mentally she was tired. Her house caught on fire. Her young daughter and her babysitter were caught up in it, both severely injured. She went into labor two months early. Her husband was performing surgery on their injured daughter, most likely at this very moment. Lexie glanced over at the small baby next to her bed in her own tiny bed. Little Emily was moving around her arms and legs, stretching them after 7 long months of being cramped up in her mother's uterus. She accidentally hit her hand on the side of the bed and started crying loudly.
"Oh, shh, baby, shh." Lexie comforted the girl softly as she leaned over, and picked her up. As soon as she touched her, she stopped crying. "Is that all you wanted, Emily? Me to hold you?" She smiled down at the baby.
Lexie suddenly felt very tired. She needed to put the baby down. As soon as she did, Emily started wailing again. Lexie was feeling so exhausted, and she knew she shouldn't hold onto the baby for fear of falling asleep and dropping her. So she did the only thing she could think of, which was press the nurse call button.
Lexie tried so hard to calm down, and breathe. But all the events of the night came rushing back to her. The fire, her precious baby all burned, Mark doing the surgery. Her breath caught in her throat. She started sobbing. She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't breathe. It all ended with a memory. One she hadn't had in six years.
"I only intended to kill Dr. Shepherd, and Chief Webber…and you."
Her memory ended with a gunshot. One that hadn't actually happened, but one that Lexie had secretly feared for many years. The stress of the day finally caught up to her, causing the memory. Lexie cried a little harder.
The nurse came into the room to see Lexie in her panic. She quickly injected her with a sedative, and Lexie drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Sorry its so short! But I don't have time to write more. Thanks for reading!