Slexie: What Happens Next

Part Two.

Lexie's POV
When I woke up again, Mark was laying next to me. We were still in the woods, and I had no idea how long we had been out there. I looked around. It was dark outside. The trees were barely moving, and there was the occasional whistling from the wind, but other than that it was silent that night. The stars I saw were beautiful. You know when you're watching a movie, and that romantic scene with the main characters comes on, and they're under the stars about to confess their love to each other? This was that. Except instead of sitting with Mark on a blanket with a picnic basket, bundled up together, half my body was being crushed by the plane I was just in. Mark was laying next to me, and there was blood on him. He was heavily breathing, but I knew he was okay because Cristina was laying awake next to him. She was watching us all. Meredith and Derek were laying together while Meredith held his hand still. Arizona just kept screaming. Even when she was asleep. I hadn't seen her since the crash, given that neither of us could move. I was scared. Scared that we weren't going to be rescued. Scared that we would be stuck. Scared that nobody would find us. Scared that we would die out here. Cold and alone. But I couldn't let my fears take over. We needed to be strong. I needed to be strong.

Meredith's POV
Now that we knew everybody was safe, at least, for now— I knew we had to act fast. We had used our last flare gun, after the other one was a dud, and we needed food to stay alive. Eventually, while we were asleep, a plane rescued us.

Lexie's POV
I was asleep when the plane came. I heard Cristina screaming, but my head was pounding, and I didn't want to look. I fell back asleep pretty fast, until my thoughts of peace were interrupted by a pair of unfamiliar hands grabbing at me, trying to pull me towards them. They eventually let go, and then I felt the weight of the plane I had been suffocated by for the past few days being slowly lifted off of me. I could breathe!! I instantly felt better. I opened my eyes and I smiled. "We're going to live." I said. "We're going to live, Little Grey." Mark said. I turned to look at him. My neck was throbbing, and every inch I moved my head jeopardized my chance of walking. But in that moment? I didn't care.