*Lexie’s POV*

I sit beside Natasha in the hospital waiting room and hold her cold hand; she is not moving, she has tears running down her eyes but she stays still and emotionless. My eyes are fixed on Noland, who stands at a slight distance, speaking with Chris, Carol, and what appears to be a police officer. The tension in his posture is palpable and I can't help but feel a mixture of concern and admiration for the way he is handling things.

"Lex," ...