;; if you should fall to pieces you know i’ll pick them up || slexie
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