3rd person's POV
As he got closer and closer to her room, he felt happier and happier. But he didn't know why. He knew he loved her, for sure, until he realized that he could not know if she loved him back. The girl he talked to, being smashed below that plane, wasn't her anyway; it was just a dying girl that maybe had already lost consciousness of what she was saying and doing.
Or maybe that agonizing girl was actually a girl that loved him and that he loved. There was no way to know.
He tried to open the door, but he realized he was too weak to do it. A nurse helped. He then realized he was never gonna become again as strong as he was before. But all he wanted to do was to be with her.
"H...Hi.", it was her. It was her. She seemed to want to smile, but maybe she just couldn't. Maybe she wanted to smile, but there was something that stopped her. "I the... thought you w..were dead."
"I thought you were dead too..."
And then, it came. That feeling. It was real. This feeling, this... thing, it simply told him it was real. The love they both felt was real. Looking at her, he knew she could feel it too; it was probably what prevented her from speaking. And that's how they stayed: looking at each other, staring without saying a word. Just feeling.
Until he had the courage and the certainty of getting inside her room, and kiss her like he had to form the beginning. It wasn't a long, passionate kiss; it was a soft one, but beautiful, full of magic and wonder. And, after it, when he marked down the obvious, when he said "I love you", almost whispering, they knew.
They knew they were gonna stay together forever. No matter what.
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Hold My Hand-A Slexie Memorial Story
FanfictionIt's a normal day at the hospital. Everyone's working just as they should. Except for a weird blonde girl that knows the entire hospital by memory, and she is definetly not a patient. And she's looking for doctor Mark Sloan.
