tameg00: lol, unfortunately the writers of Grey's Anatomy decide not to let him show all us Alex lovers his dark and twisty side…sigh…and as for killing him, well…you're gonna have to wait and see!! :D

Andy2289: Aww, thankyou. I'm trying very hard to update as quickly as I can!!

SilentControversy: It took me ages to come up with. Well, 5 minutes, but still. I had to think pretty hard. And next chapter there'll be a LOT of Alex's thoughts…if he lives, that is :P

SpuffyShipper: Wow, that's an awesome idea! I was thinking of giving Alex a sister that his father murdered in front of him, but I've read that in a few other stories and I didn't want to copy anyone :P Write a story with your idea, though. Sounds great!!

Anime Girl23: I know, I'm sorry! I also hate cliffhangers!! lol. I really want to write a Mark/Alex slash, cos there aren't enough out there!! Yes, yes, I found your LJ…gosh, I sound like such a stalker…but, nah, I'm totally addicted too. It's okay. You're not alone. :D

Yammy1983: As do I! There aren't enough! The show has to start looking into it more, don't you reckon? I'd like to see some Alex flashbacks. That would be sweet.

ChristineGrey: Aww, thanks! I don't really like this chapter though. It's not very good. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!! Oh, and I'm totally addicted to Alex angst. "Just hook it up to my veins!"

Ella Shady: You…you…hate me? sob lol, I'm the same with cliffies, and long chapters!! Dr Bailey will find out soon enough…I just need to figure out how to write it lol

Speckled Girl: Cliffhanger's are the work of the devil himself…yay! I'm the devil!! I'm not too sure about this chapter, though. I couldn't really make it work. I hope you like it anyway, though!!

Disclaimer: I...own...NOTHING!

Chapter Three: I'm not in the mood for suicide!!

Miranda Bailey was pissed off. She was very, very pissed off, and, consequently, she was not in the mood to talk to anyone, much less her whining, overly spoiled interns.

"Uh, Dr Bailey? I was just wondering why Meredith gets to scrub in on a Coronary Artery Bypa-"

"Dr Yang! I am not in the mood! Do not talk to me when I am not in the mood!" Miranda snapped, raising a hand to interrupt Christina's jealousy rant, before turning and storming down the corridor. Christina huffed, shaking her head.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, and Meredith and Izzie stepped out, their mouths going wildly as they conversed.

"I mean, I always thought he seemed rude, and weirdly connected to abuse cases, but I never, ever thought he had gone through…that." Meredith said sadly.

"Hey Christina, what's up?" She asked.

Christina snorted, "Just Bailey."

Meredith gasped. "Is she okay?"

Christina raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean, is she okay? She's the one who went all Nazi on me and-"

"Basically Alex just told her to fuck off." Izzie interrupted.

"Who, Bailey? Why?"

"Well, Alex was beating up some guy in the carpark. He was hitting his son, so Alex decided to give him a taste of his own medicine," Meredith explained. "And, of course, Bailey saw him, and went out there to tell him off and all that." Christina nodded. "But when she wanted to take him to see the Chief, he told her to fuck off."

Christina chuckled, "That's no surprise. Evil-spawn has always been rude to everyone."

Izzie sighed, "Yeah, but Meredith found him in the locker-room and, well, he told her about his childhood." She said grimly. Christina looked at Meredith with confusion written all over her features.

"He was abused, Christina. A lot. His dad used to abuse him." Meredith explained. "I mean, haven't you noticed how much he's changed over the last week? He's practically stopped eating, doesn't talk to anyone. I'm worried about him."

"Does Bailey know?" Christina asked. The other two shook their heads.

"Where is she, anyway?" Meredith inquired.

Christina pointed down the corridor, "She went that way." Meredith nodded a thanks and set off at a jog, praying that Dr. Bailey would listen to what she had to say, praying that she would forgive Alex, and praying that Alex was okay.

Beeeeeeeep.

Usually Bailey wouldn't answer patients' personal buzzers; usually she would keep walking, usually she would let a nurse get them a glass of water, or help take them to the bathroom, or fluff their pillows for them.

But not this patient. Bailey walked into the room with a fake smile plastered on her face, looking at the man that one of her interns had attacked, that one of her interns had put into hospital.

"Excuse me, Doctor, but when the hell can I bloody go home?" he asked, frowning slightly. Miranda opened her mouth to answer when she heard a knock at the door, followed by Meredith's voice.

"Uh, Doctor Bailey, could I talk to you for a second, please?" She panted.

"In a second, Doctor Grey, I'm just speaking to a patient." Bailey glared, turning back to the indignant looking man.

"Mr Johnson, as I already told you, we need to keep you in for 24 hours for observation. You have a concussion." she explained, looking at Johnson's son, who was sitting in a plastic chair beside his father.

"Would your son like a pillow, or a soda or anything, Mr Johnson? He doesn't look very comfortable." she asked.

"What? He'll be bloody fine, doesn't need any special treatment. Do ya, Mike?" He said, roughly ruffling Mike's hair. Miranda's eyes narrowed when she noticed Mike jump and flinch when his father touched him, and heard Meredith sigh behind her.

"If that was all you needed, then, I'll be going." Miranda walked out of the room, turning towards Meredith.

"Well, actually, I was just gonna ask where the hell I go to the bathroom? A nurse just told me that the bathroom in here is fucking out of order." Mr Johnson asked angrily.

"Doctor Grey here can show you to the bathroom just down the hall, Mr Johnson. I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Bailey replied, walking out of the room.

Meredith, sighing, stepped forward to help Johnson out of bed, but he pushed her extended arm away. "I don't need any help; I shouldn't even be in here." He snapped. She sighed again, and, biting her tongue, showed him the way to the bathroom. When she reached it, however, she could hear the water of the shower running.

"Someone's already in there, I'm afraid." Meredith said, yet a nurse who was walking by overheard. "What? No, we think there's something wrong with the shower. None of the patients from this floor are in there, and besides, it's been doing that for about an hour now. Couldn't possibly be anyone actually showering. Besides, look, the lock says vacant." she laughed. Meredith frowned, watching the nurses' back as she walked away, and slowly opened the door.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for what she found.

The mirror had been smashed; pieces of glass littered the sink and the floor. Meredith turned her attention to the shower, and cried out in shock.

There was Alex, Dr. Alex Karev, slumped over on the floor of the shower, his arms sliced open and bloody; a large piece of the mirror glass lay on the tiles beside him. His skin was pale and his lips were blue.

Meredith knew what she had to do; rush forward, turn off the water, and try to save Alex like any other suicide victim. But she needed help.

"DOCTOR BAILEY!" She yelled, praying that her voice was heard, praying that any second now Bailey would stroll in and take over the situation, praying that Bailey would come in and save her friend.

"BAILEY!" She screamed again, violent sobs racking her small frame as she turned off the freezing cold water of the shower. "Oh, Alex, what were you thinking?" She whispered. As she took off her scrubs shirt to wrap around Alex's arm, she heard a gasp from behind her.

"Oh my God." Dr Bailey said as she ran forward to help Meredith. She kneeled down and felt Alex's neck for a pulse.

"We need to get him to emergency right now." She said, frantically searching her jacket for her pager.

Okay, I know it's very short. But bare with me. I'm trying to work out what I'm writing :)

R&R!!