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It was five o'clock on Wednesday when Lexie and Mark finally made it from the hospital to the apartment that sat right across the street. Lexie tried to keep up as best she could as Mark headed straight for the door, unlocking it and throwing her bags down before meeting her at the threshold.

"Okay, easy." He coached, taking her crutch and having her lean on him. "Easy."

"I got it." She insisted.

"I just don't want you straining anything." He explained.

Lexie just laughed. "I am fine. I promise."

She sat down on the couch and let out a huge sigh of relief. Her legs weren't quite where they should be and it was alot more draining than she thought to get around.

"You want something to drink?" Mark offered.

"Yeah. Water would be great."

Mark brought two bottles of water from the stainless steel refrigerator. He handed one to Lexie and then took a seat next to her, pulling her legs up and laying them across his lap.

"So how are you feeling?" He asked, carefully touching her leg, making sure to not remove the bandages from the surgery.

"I feel...like a was hit by a truck." She smiled, shyly. "I hurt, but every once in a while, the pain subsides and it isn't so bad."

"I'm so sorry, babe."

"Why?" Lexie chuckled. "It's not your fault. It's not like you dropped the plane on me."

"I know. I just-" Mark paused.

"What?" Lexie looked for his eyes to meet hers. "Mark, talk to me."

"I feel like if I had just told you how I felt sooner, then maybe...just maybe you wouldn't have been sitting in the back of the plane." Lexie began to shake her head. "Maybe you would have been sitting next to me."

"Stop." She grabbed his hand. "Look at me. This is not your fault. No one could have seen this coming. Someone had to sit in the back and I am actually relieved that it was me and not you."

"Lex-"

"No. I don't want to even think about what would happen if you had been under there."

"I just want you to be okay." Mark smiled, stroking her cheek.

"I will be." Lexie replied. "I feel better already."

Mark lightly kissed her lips, ever so careful so as not to hurt her. He had been treating her like a porcelain doll lately.

Lexie spoke when they broke apart. "You have no idea what that does to me."

"I think I do." He told her. "You don't understand how badly I want you."

"In time." She promised. "Right now I am starving."

Mark chuckled at her. "What are you thinking? Pizza? Chinese?"

"Pizza sounds great."

"I'll go order." He told her.

"Thanks."

Lexie pulled her cell phone out and dialed Meredith's phone number. It rang for what seemed like an eternity and all she got was voicemail.

"Hey, Mer. It's me. Just wanted to let you know that I made it to Mark's in one piece. So everything is okay. I have physical therapy in the morning so I will let you know how that goes. Say hi to Derek and give Zola kisses for me, okay? Okay. Bye."

"Pizza's on it's way." Mark said, walking back into the room. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She looked down before looking back up to smile at him. "I'm perfect."

"Lexie made it to Mark's." Meredith informed her husband, crawling into her side of the huge bed they shared.

"That's good." He replied, settling in next to her and placing a kiss on her cheek. "Why do you look like this isn't a good thing?"

"I just don't think that I trust Mark comepletely with her."

"What are you talking about?" Derek asked, lost.

"She's my baby sister, Derek. The only one I have got." She explained.

"I understand."

"So if he breaks her heart again, I'm going to need you to promise to inflict physical bodily harm on him...for me." Meredith said with a small grin.

"I did that once already, it didn't work out well." He told her.

"That was different." She insisted. "Just promise?"

"Okay, fine. I promise."

Mark and Lexie laid next to each other in the king size bed that occupied Mark's master bedroom. Mark laid on his side, while Lexie remained on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"You are practically screaming at me, you're thinking so loud." Mark mumbled before turning over to face her.

"What?"

"What's on your mind? You're thinking very intensely." He just grinned.

"This is just weird, that's all." She sighed. "It's um...it's been awhile."

Mark stared in response.

"Sorry." Lexie stuttered. "Go...Go back to sleep."

"I wasn't asleep." He confessed. "I was..."

"What?" She giggled.

"I was listening to you breathe."

"What? Why?" Lexie inquired.

"It's just a beautiful sound." Mark looked embarrassed. "Especially since you're alive and with me...again."

"I really did a number on you with that small disappearing act, huh?" Lexie said, lightly running her hand along his scruff.

"You have no idea." He whispered.

"I'm sorry." She began to tear up. "I'm really, really sorry."

"Shhh." He pulled her close. "Don't cry. You're here and you're not going anywhere. I won't let you."

"Promise?" She mumbled into his tshirt.

"Forever."

The next morning, Lexie woke to an empty bed next to her and the smell of breakfast filled the room. She slowly moved her body to a sitting position, grabbed her crutches and hobbled to the kitchen.

"Tell me you didn't cook." She said, when she took it the sight of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice.

"No." Mark laughed. "Arizona stopped by and helped out before heading into the hospital. Her way of saying 'good luck' on your first day of physical therapy."

"I was thinking I could skip that." She suggested.

"Why?"

"I just don't want to go." Lexie pouted like a child. "My legs hurt."

"Which is precisely why you are going." He explained. "You will do great."

"Yeah. Yeah." She mocked. "I'm gonna go take a bath."

As she walked away, her crutch became caught on the leg of one of the bar stools, causing her to immediately crash to the floor. Mark flew to her side.

"Are you okay?" He was frantic. "Baby, talk to me."

Lexie just breathed deep, balling her hand into a fist. The pain was immense.

"I'm okay." She responded after catching her breath. "I need to get up."

"No." Mark fought. "We are calling Callie and having her meet us at the hospital."

"Mark."

"No, this isn't a discussion." He insisted.

"Okay. But I need to walk to the car." She gestured to her sprawled legs on the floor.

"I'll carry you." He told her. "We'll call Callie from the car."

"Calm down." She tried telling him.

"I cannot risk anything when it comes to you." Mark said. "I'll calm down when I know you are okay."

And with that the pair headed to Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital.

I hope you guys enjoyed this installment, it was so much fun to write. Review please! I love your guys words. Until next time...XOXO