a/n: I'm just testing the waters with this story. If you're interested in seeing what happened please review.

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Alex stood at the edge of the stage. There were photographers and reporters and news crews everywhere. They were all there for him; they were all there because they wanted to talk to him. He was their hero. The Chief stood on the stage beckoning him on but Alex just stood there frozen. He couldn't go on the stage; he couldn't face everyone and let them call him a hero. He wasn't a hero, he was just a person. He walked away from the stage and back inside the hospital. He found himself an empty on call room and locked himself in it. Then he started to cry. Violet sobs, like he'd never in his whole life cried.

After a while the tears dried up and he just sat there on the bed, numb, emotionally, physically drained. He heard someone knocking on the door.

"Alex, are you in there? It's me. Meredith."

He opened the door for and she sat down next to him on the bed.

"What happened out there Alex?" She asked. "I've never seen you like that."

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't go out there, stand on that stage and let them call me a hero."

"But Alex, you are a hero. Your actions saved dozens of lives."

"I'm not a hero. I wasn't trying to save dozens of lives. I was only trying to save one."

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