The events of that day still echoed in his mind, the bullet holes and blood stains had long since been cleaned up but their was a dark ambiance that still filled the hallways of Seattle Grace Mercy West. The fear of losing Lexie still anchored in the center of his gut, although she wasn’t his to loose. They were nothing – and yet, he felt an overwhelming protectiveness over her, even after hearing her deceleration of love to a dying Alex Karev. Despite part of him knowing she was simply granting a dying man some solace and peace, it hadn’t made the words any easier to swallow.
Mark loved her; still – and perhaps he always would.
He watches her like she’s a fragile doll about to crack any moment, he’s tried to talk to her; to get her to open up, even just a little – his usual go to reeses cups had failed him, and the more Mark lingers and tiptoe’s around her the more she seems to push back. He doesn’t even think she should be back at work, not this soon – not after everything she went through. The ER is swamped today, and he finds himself in the pit in an all hands on deck, with the new hires not all started yet, and he spots he with a patient, he watches for a moment, he can see the situation escalating so he approaches, cautiously, “ dr. grey? – is everything okay? do you need assistance? —” he says through clenched teeth, biting at the flesh of his cheek.
“ dr grey — can i speak with you for a moment, in private – please? ” he calm, level tempered, at least externally, inwards he torn between guilt and worry, because he knows she’s losing it, as much as she can’t admit it, and as much as he doesn’t want to either, in his heart, he knows. “ — now.” // @mclexipcdia
There had been a time in which Lexie had loved to work in the ER; many hated it, she knew, but for her it had always been rather exciting. One could never know what might come through these doors next, whether it would be a little girl who's fallen down her swing set or a man with a branch sticking through his chest. Such a diversity couldn’t be found in any other department, and she couldn’t learn more about diseases, accidents, patients and herself anywhere else. But now? Working in the ER has changed. Every time someone new entered, she expected them to pull out a gun and shoot any person. Every time something fell down, she winced, wild eyes scanning the large room, ready to run and find a hideout. Her patients were confused, didn’t exactly trust her anymore -- And Lexie? She didn’t trust herself either; yet she wouldn’t admit that.
The newest patient was Mrs. Peters, a woman in her mid-fifties. She’d come here with a strong abdominal pain, and after hours of vomitting. It was an easy patient, or would have been if Lexie had a clear mind. Asking what she’s done last, and where she’s been. Palpating, taking some blood and urine to examine it, maybe ordering one or two other tests. Easy. Instead, Lexie was arguing with her. Or rather, slowly staring to lose her mind, and raise her voice. Blond-ish brown-ish strands of her hair were framing her face and a long finger tapped on her clipboard. Nervousness was a part of her these days, and right now, everyone could see it.
As a familiar voice reached her, she couldn’t help but sigh. There was a certain level of annoyance she felt towards Mark, but truth be told, she was glad that he was there. Turning around, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “My patient didn’t bring her meds..”, she began, a voice thick with fatigue and fear. “And she doesn’t even know their names! If -- If I give her albuterol and she’s on propanolol, then she stops breathing. If -- If I give her warfarin and she’s on ibuprofen, then she’ll -- then she’ll bleed out. If I give her diphenhydramine and she's on doxepin, then she'll die. She -- She -- Do you -- Do you think she wants to die? I think she wants to die. I think she wants me to kill her.” His interruption was getting ignored. In fact, she didn’t even realize that he had spoken up again. So instead of leaving with him, Lexie turned back around to the patient. “Do you -- Do you -- Do you want me to kill you? Because you -- you could just get a gun and it would be a lot faster !! ”
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