Fortnight

Your Wife Waters Flowers (I wanna kill her)

Mark
The monitor beeps. I wake up and I'm in an unfamiliar room. Where am I? I read a sign that said "Saint Anthony's Hospital." So we're in oregon then. I was sedated on the chopper- we all were. I wanted to hold Lexies hand, but was pulled away from her.
Is she still alive?
A short woman enters my room.
"You're awake." She states.
"How long has it been?" I get out, my throat dry.
"It's been five days since you were rescued and three days since your last surgery."
I have a lot of questions to ask, but I start with the most important one.
"How's Lexie?" I ask with impatience.
"Stable at the moment." She answers, but I hear a slight pang of guilt in her voice.
"What-what, is she okay? What happened?" I demand.
She hesitantly replies. "Well she was touch and go for a while. She's been through 4 surgery's so far and will probably have to undergo a few more. We are hoping to get you back to Seattle before then, though."
"Can I see her?"
She shakes her head.
"Not yet. But don't worry, I'm sure that soon you'll be able to." She smile a little.
I have so many questions but suddenly I forget every single one.
"Hows everyone else?" I finally ask.
"Dr. Yang and Grey are mostly fine, just a few cuts and bruises, Dr. Shepard has a slight issue with his hand but it should be alright and he should be able to operate again. Dr. Robbins leg is infected and it might need to be amputated."
I'm thankful that everyone is okay, but I'm worried for Derek and Arizona.
"Any more questions?" She asks.
"No-none for now." I reply.

A few days go by and i'm finally allowed to see Lexie. I'm wheeled to her room and see that she is covered in tubes. I grab onto her hand and kiss it.
"Please wake up." I whisper into her cold hand. I stroke her hair, knowing that's what she likes to be done to her when she's hurt.
And she's really hurt right now.

We get transported back to Seattle the next day. We have to take a plane because the condition Lexie and Arizona are in is too critical. We're all sedated.

I sleep. I sleep for a long time. I dream of Lexie and I being together, only for her to be ripped away from me. Over and over again. At one point she gets shot by Gary Clark, another she leaves because of Sloan, and then again because of Sofia, and then again because of a plane wing.

I wake up in a hospital bed. Callie is sitting in the seat next to me, her face puffy and red, sleeping.

"Callie.." I whisper. She jolts awake.
"Mark, you're awake."
"Yeah I am. How are the others?"
      "Derek's hand is a little messed up but I-I think I can fix it. Meredith is relatively fine, Cristina, well I think she's not doing good mentally. Lexie, she's stable right now." She sighs for a second. "Arizona. Her leg might.." Her voice cracks a little. "It might be cut off. She really doesn't want it to be, but I just want her to survive. I need her to survive."
I put my hand out for her to hold. She grasps onto it.
"I'm just so scared." Tears are in her eyes, threatening to spill out at any given moment.
   "I am too." I answer. I really am scared. I'm so scared in fact, it's hard to breathe. I'm scared that Derek won't ever get to perform surgery again. I'm scared that Cristina Yang- and unbreakable person- has finally cracked. I'm scared that Arizona is going to lose her leg and is going to become a different person. But mostly I'm scared that Lexies never gonna wake up. And she's gonna leave me. Again.

The following day I have a visitor.
Julia.
What do I tell her? Sorry Julia, I'm kinda sort of in love with my ex-girlfriend who was in a plane crash with me, you gotta go.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" She asks, smiling. I hate it when she calls me that. "I tried to visit you at the other hospital but they wouldn't let me come see you."
Well this just got a lot worse. She flew out to see me, was denied access, flew back, came to see me... and I guess was denied access again?
As much as I don't want to hurt her, I know that I'm supposed to be with Lexie. We're meant to be.
"Look Julia.. we need to talk." I say, hesitantly.
"No, you don't need to say anything right now." She still has that huge smile on her face.
"Yes, I do." I take a deep breath. "I'm in love with Lexie."
There is no anger, or hurt, or even surprise in her face, just a look of.. sadness? Like she knew this would come.
"I uhh I figured." She says, confirming my suspicions. "I just hoped that you wouldn't figure it out yourself. Yknow, everyone seemed to know that you two are in love with eachother except for you two." She chuckles a little, then kisses my cheek. "Goodluck, Mark. Really. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you get better." She starts to walk out but then turns back. "Yeah, I really hope that you get better, but I kinda sort of hope that Lexie doesnt." The smile doesn't fade, but the meaning behind it does. It's anger. She laughs a bit. "I know. I know that I'm a doctor and shouldn't say that, but I really hate her. A lot. It might be jealousy but I really don't care. Maybe I'm not over the baseball in the boob thing. Sorry, I just needed to get that off my chest." She laughs again, and no longer seems angry. "Goodluck to you both." She walks out of the room.