A/N: Takes place after the season six finale, because seriously, I like Alex but why would she choose him over Mark.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I wish... the title of this is taken from the Andrew Belle song of the same name. Great song.

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Hospitals are crowded, hectic places. Hundreds of people move through the building on a weekly basis, most never staying long enough for it to change them.

Miracles are performed, faith is kept, and lives are saved.

Nevertheless, through all the happiness of doing a good job, the underlining stench of death still roams the corridors. The people who work there try to ignore it; they wear a mask and pretend they do not feel it following them... because once they do... once they let the death of a person affect them, they too become lost.

Therefore, these people, who waver close to the point of breaking, survive.

Until he comes. All it takes is a man, controlled by loss himself, to come inside the building with a gun, and cross the line. With each bullet he fired, a mask was ripped away, and the pretension was shattered.

He showed the hospital for what is was. A holding cell for lost souls. He made the survivors realise that death is merely a waiting game, because they had become careless and thought they were invincible.

Now they were all the same... each one like him... broken.

But Mark Sloan was different to the others. It was not the bullets, the blood, or the terror, which had taken him down... It was her.

Standing by the nurse's station, he kept his arms crossed tightly over his abdomen, shielding himself from the pain. It was almost as if he could feel his heart tearing itself into pieces at the scene before him. The worst part of it being the fact that she appeared to be clueless, instead focused on the man in the hospital bed. The man she loved.

Sighing he turned away quickly, unable to take in the sight of her tears any longer.

"Are you okay?"

Jumping at the sudden presence beside him, he shrugged, "why wouldn't I be?"

"You know, it will hurt less eventually," Teddy said quietly, laying a hand on his arm.

Dismissing her comment, he looked at her in disbelief, "this coming from the woman who's chasing an involved man."

Before she could reply, her pager beeped and she sighed. A frown adorned her features as she read the message.

"Everything okay?" Mark asked, feeling strangely regretful for his previous comment.

"It's for you."

"What?"

Unhooking the pager, she showed him the screen. "See it wants you to ring that number."

"Why didn't they just..." he trailed off, as he reached down and noticed his pager had vanished. "Must have come unhooked earlier." Reaching across for the phone on the desk, he rang the number on the pager.

"Mark."

"That was quick."

"Mark, it's Callie, you've got to come to the OR now."

"Everything okay Torres," he asked quietly; the frightful tone of her voice not something he was used to.

"Derek was shot, I think he's going to be alright, but... just get here."

"Two minutes." Slamming the phone down, he banged the desk, "damn."

"What's wrong?" Teddy asked.

"Derek... I've got to go." Spinning he went to leave but was halted by Lexie who now stood right in front of him.

"Is he okay?" She asked, wiping the tears from her face.

"I don't know." Moving around her, he stalked off; deciding that for the moment ignoring her would be the best move on his part. Unfortunately, she had other ideas, and as he made it to the exit, he felt her hand rest on his arm.

"I'm coming with you,' she stated, leaving no room for argument.

"What about Karev?"

"He's asleep, and I need to see if Derek and Meredith are okay."

"Right."

Opening the door he allowed her to go first, faltering as she made one more remark, "plus you might need someone."

The way she said it gave him no indication that she cared. It was almost as if she was channelling a memory from months ago; a lost reflex that meant she needed to comfort him.

Moreover, she was right, he did need someone... but no matter how much he wanted it to be her, earlier he had been faced with the truth of the entire situation.

She did not want him.

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