Lexie's shoulder screamed as involuntary shudders ran their course from the middle of her back and up through the rest of her. Her body screamed 'sob!' but she wouldn't. She couldn't. So, the emotion continued to roll in like the tide, pounding on the beach. Each quiver taking away just another bit of Lexie's resolve.
Andy sweetly pushed the hair back out of her eyes but all she wanted to do was hide behind it. Even with him, yes. It felt like something had broken and that something was hanging around her neck like a neon sign. She imagined that the letters wrote out 'fake.' She was a fake. She wasn't strong like Elliot or House. She wasn't a real doctor.
She was being pulled in. It was a gentle pull but the action felt like a violent undertow that she couldn't resist. Lexie Grey was shaking. 'Just let it out,' he said. She couldn't not at this point. She burrowed her face into his shoulder with her other hand coming up and clutching desperately to the fabric of his shirt at the other. The stitches in her forehead were stinging, but she couldn't even dream to will herself out and away.
Andy was talking, but Lexie was barely listening. She hadn't let herself break since she got here. She'd been running on all cylinders for a week, running away and hiding and masking the fact she was petrified. "I'm just so scared," she whispered quietly into his shoulder. "Scared and tired."