it’s a miracle. that’s what everyone tells her, repeated whispers in the hall, welcomed hugs from her sister — the phone call to her father. lexie almost died under that plane, and only because of a push and pull by mark is she here today. the first few days a blur, with little time for anything more than recovery. her room is across from mark’s catching glimpses of him, rushed in and out of surgery. [ she wants to say something, but she lives in a state of dreaming. frozen. ] until moments ago when she is well enough to see him, where lexie nearly sneaks into his room under dr webber’s gaze. she is quick to note how ill he looks, how weak. it worries her, but lexie knows that everyone is doing what they can o save him [ after all, they saved her. ] she reaches for his hand gently, careful to wake him, to finally say something without hurting him. they’ve done this so many times. ❝ mark — i’m here now, ❞ she presses a kiss to his knuckles, so close to him she can see every bit of wear the weeks have brought on him. how tired he looks. it’s peaceful in it’s own way. ❝ i know — i heard you when you said it back. i love you too. ❞
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