Alex Karev Imagine
Alex Karev Imagine
Suggestions: Alex and the Reader are friends with benefits, who both want something more. She gets into the plane crash and Alex confesses to her when he sees her in the hospital.
Requested By: Anonymous
You rolled your eyes, leaning on your hand as you flipped through a magazine. It was exciting, yet boring, to be a 5th Year Resident. It felt awkward too. Your best friend, who just happens to be your go-to sex buddy, is one too, so sometimes, you’ll both be caught in the O.R., since you both want to get into the same specialty. God, you didn’t know what to feel around him except for love really. You wanted more, but hey, he probably just wants the sex.
“(Y/n), are you on your break,” Arizona walked over to you.
“Yeah, I am, but if you need something, I’m all ears,” You looked up at her.
“You’re going on the trip to Boise for the patient, right?”
“Yes, I am. Why?”
“I’m coming along too.”
“Does Alex know?”
His name rolled of your tongue perfectly. It was like you said his name all the time, every day, in the same tone.
“He’s… not going. He’s going to Hopkins.”
You felt your heart drop. Your blank expression almost made you look like you saw a ghost. You nodded.
“Okay, He didn’t tell me that.”
“Are you going to Hopkins too?”
“Why not? It has the best Peds Program in the country.”
“It’s not really for me. I’m staying.”
“Good, good, we need more great Peds surgeons.”
You nodded again, looking back down at your magazine. You checked the time on your phone. You stood.
“Ah, sorry, I have that surgery in 20 minutes. I’ll be heading down to the O.R.”
You took your magazine and walked down there.
You turned your head to see Alex jog up to you.
“Do you have a second,” He asked you.
“No, sorry, I have surgery… now in 17 minutes. I gotta go.”
You turned your head and walked up to the elevators, then stepped in.
“Good luck at Hopkins,” You called to him as the elevators closed.
You pull out your scrub cap from your pocket and put it on, after braiding your hair of course. The elevator doors open to see a tired Alex leaning against the wall. You stepped out.
“What the hell? Did you just run a few floors,” You asked him.
“Why?! Jesus, if you wanted to talk, just meet me outside of the O.R. when I’m finished.”
“Alex, I appreciate you not telling me about Hopkins, I really do. I mean, you took the opportunity. Now, here you are, going to be gone… So… No need to tell me anything else. I’m good. It’s your choice.”
You shrugged, heading into the scrubbing room.
After surgery, Alex met up with you again, this time it wasn’t about Hopkins.
“We seriously need to talk (Y/n).”
“I have a plane to catch with Dr. Robbins and the others. Why don’t you say what’s on your mind now?”
He opened his mouth, but then closed it. You grabbed your suitcase from the Resident changing rooms and looked at him.
“Good Luck in Boise.”
You nodded your head.
Your heart dropped again. You thought he was going to say something different.
You sat next to Arizona on the plane, frowning as you stared out the window.
“So, how are you and Alex,” She started to ask you.
“I don’t know. Friends with benefits already, but I want something more. I thought he was going to tell me something more, but he just said ‘Good Luck in Boise’. Who the hell says that,” You muttered.
“Maybe he cares.”
You felt back of the plane jerk back and look.
“Oh crap,” You whispered, seeing it completely gone.
You were ripped out of your seat and shut your eyes, not feeling the rest.
You woke up to see the sun shining on your face. You sat up, your head pounding. You rubbed your face, only to feel something wet. You opened your eyes and screamed at the top of your lungs. Your left hand was fractured in many different places, and it was bloody too.
“Oh god, goddamnit,” You breathed.
You looked around, seeing metal scattered around you. You tore of part of your pants leg and wrapped it around your hand to keep it from getting infected. You got up, wobbling a bit.
“Hello,” You called.
You didn’t get a response. You started going in a direction, not looking back. You placed your right hand on a tree to balance yourself. Your breathing was heavy, which wasn’t really normal. You pulled up your shirt to look and saw your hip was bloody too.
“Great, just my luck.”
You continued walking, just until you heard a scream, and then a ‘shut up’ followed it. You followed the voice, seeing part of the plane. You collapsed next to it, only struggling to get up.
“HELLO,” You yelled again.
“(Y/N),” A panicked voice asked.
You got up again, tripping over a log and landing on the ground. You groaned, turning over on your back.
“Where is everybody,” You asked.
Cristina ran over and helped you sit up.
“Uh… Lexie’s dead.”
You blinked twice.
“No,” You whispered.
“Mark’s next to her body, and Meredith’s looking for Derek.”
You nodded, looking down.
“Are you okay?”
“My hand’s broken.”
You held up your wrapped-up hand in front of her.
“I’m here! I’m here.”
Late at night, everyone’s condition started to worsen. Derek’s hand was broken. Mark’s breathing was getting worse. Arizona’s leg was more infected than ever. It was cold too. You leaned against a rock next to the fire. You breathed heavily, shutting your eyes. The cold was getting to you.
After a week of starving in the wilderness, you woke up in a hospital. You sat up a bit, wincing in pain. You checked your hand and saw it was completely wrapped up. You saw Meredith walking through the hall.
She jumped up and looked at you.
“Where are we?”
“A hospital. Why?”
“Where is everyone?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
“Have you seen Derek?”
She walked off with her IV. You sat there before hearing a rush of footsteps run in. You turned, only to get hugged tightly. You blinked twice.
“Oh, thank god.”
“Alex,” You whispered, placing your head on his shoulder.
He held your head in his hands and kissed you repeatedly. You scrunched up your face a bit. He planted a kiss on your lips.
“You okay,” You whimpered, placing your good hand on his back.
“My heart almost stopped. I thought something happened to you and I wasn’t prepared to face it. Then I saw Mer and she told me you were fine, just a scarred hip and a broken hand.”
You nodded. He kissed your cheek.
“Yeah, I broke my hand.”
“You’re okay. You’re okay. Oh god, you’re okay,” He whispered.
“Are you okay?”
“I love you. I love you, and I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I want to hold you so you won’t get hurt or leave my side. Promise me you won’t leave my side.”
“I love you too, and I promise.”