Now or Never āž¼ Mark Sloan

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š—”š—»š—“š—²š—¹ (š—¬š—²š˜€š˜š—²š—暝—±š—®š˜†)
š—£š—¼š—¶š˜€š—¼š—» š—¢š—®š—ø (š—Ŗš—µš—®š˜ š—›š—®š˜ƒš—² š—œ š——š—¼š—»š—² š—§š—¼ š——š—²š˜€š—²š—暝˜ƒš—² š—§š—µš—¶š˜€)
š—Ÿš—©š—”š—— (šŸ­šŸ³ š—¦š—²š—°š—¼š—»š—±š˜€)
š—£š—暝—¼š—ŗ (š—Ÿš—¼š˜€š—¶š—»š—“ š— š˜† š—„š—²š—¹š—¶š—“š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—•š—¼š—¼š˜š˜† š—–š—®š—¹š—¹ (š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜š—¶š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—® š—™š—®š—»š˜š—®š˜€š˜†)
š— &š—  (š—¢š—µ, š—§š—µš—² š—šš˜‚š—¶š—¹š˜)
š— š—°š—•š—¶š˜š—°š—µ (š—Ÿš—²š˜ š—§š—µš—² š—”š—»š—“š—²š—¹š˜€ š—–š—¼š—ŗš—ŗš—¶š˜)
š—”š—¼š˜ š—”š—±š—±š—¶š˜€š—¼š—» (š—¦š˜š—®š—暝—¶š—»š—“ š—”š˜ š—§š—µš—² š—¦š˜‚š—»)
š—˜š—®š—暝—» š— š—² (š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—¦š˜š—®š—»š—± š—¦š—¼ š—–š—¹š—¼š˜€š—² š—§š—¼ š— š—²)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š—£š—¼š—¶š—»š˜ (š—¦š—¶š˜… š——š—®š˜†š˜€)
š—Ÿš—²š—®š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ (š—šš—暝—²š—®š˜ š—˜š˜…š—½š—²š—°š˜š—®š˜š—¶š—¼š—»š˜€)
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š—”š—°š—°š—¶š—±š—²š—»š˜š˜€ (š—Ŗš—®š—¹š—ø š—¼š—» š—Ŗš—®š˜š—²š—æ)
š—•š—² š—¢š—øš—®š˜† (š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—² š—žš—¶š—»š—± š—¼š—³ š— š—¶š—暝—®š—°š—¹š—²)
š— š—°š—•š—¶š˜š—°š—µš˜†šŸ®.šŸ¬
š—˜š˜…š—®š—ŗš˜€ (š˜š—²š˜€š˜š—¶š—»š—“ šŸ­-šŸ®-šŸÆ)
š——š—²š—®š—¹š˜€ š—Øš—½ (š——š—¶š—±š—»'š˜ š—Ŗš—² š—”š—¹š—ŗš—¼š˜€š˜ š—›š—®š˜ƒš—² š—œš˜ š—”š—¹š—¹?)
š—„š—²š˜€š—¶š—±š—²š—»š—°š˜† (š—” š—–š—µš—®š—»š—“š—² š—œš˜€ š—šš—¼š—»š—»š—® š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²)
š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—¦š˜‚š˜€š—½š—¶š—°š—¶š—¼š—»š˜€ (š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—²/š—”š—±š—±š—¶š—°š˜š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—§š—²š—¹š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ š—›š—¶š—ŗ (š—Ÿš—²š˜ š—§š—µš—² š—§š—暝˜‚š˜š—µ š—¦š—¶š—»š—“)
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š—šš—²š—»š˜š—¹š—²š—ŗš—²š—»'š˜€ š—˜š˜ƒš—²š—»š—¶š—»š—“ (š—žš˜‚š—»š—“ š—™š˜‚ š—™š—¶š—“š—µš˜š—¶š—»š—“)
š—£š—暝—²š—“š—»š—®š—»š˜? (š—™š—¼š—暝—²š˜ƒš—²š—æ š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—»š—“)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š—Øš—½? (š—–š—暝—®š˜€š—µ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š— š—² - š—£š—®š—暝˜ š—¢š—»š—²)
š—”š—¼š˜ š—£š—暝—²š—“š—»š—®š—»š˜ (š—–š—暝—®š˜€š—µ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š— š—² - š—£š—®š—暝˜ š—§š˜„š—¼)
š—›š—² š——š—²š˜€š—²š—暝˜ƒš—²š˜€ š—•š—²š˜š˜š—²š—æ (š—Ÿš—®š˜† š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—æ š—›š—®š—»š—±š˜€ š—¢š—» š— š—²)
š—”š—±š—±š—¶š—²'š˜€ š—„š—²š˜š˜‚š—暝—» (š—£š—¶š—²š—°š—² š—¼š—³ š— š˜† š—›š—²š—®š—暝˜)
š—¦š—²š˜… š—£š—¼š—¹š—¶š—°š—² (š—§š—µš—² š—•š—²š—°š—¼š—ŗš—¶š—»š—“)
š— š—®š—暝—暝˜† š— š—²? (š—™š—暝—²š—²š—±š—¼š—ŗ š—£š—®š—暝˜š˜€ šŸ­&šŸ®)
š—„š—®š—»š—øš—²š—± (š——š—暝—²š—®š—ŗ š—” š—Ÿš—¶š˜š˜š—¹š—² š——š—暝—²š—®š—ŗ š—¢š—³ š— š—² š—£š—®š—暝˜ šŸ­&šŸ®)
"š—œ'š—¹š—¹ š—–š—µš—¼š—¼š˜€š—² š—¬š—¼š˜‚" (š—›š—²š—暝—² š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—§š—µš—² š—™š—¹š—¼š—¼š—± & š—•š—暝—®š˜ƒš—² š—”š—²š˜„ š—Ŗš—¼š—暝—¹š—±)
š—¦š—µš—²š—½š—µš—²š—暝—± š— š—²š˜š—µš—¼š—± (š—§š—µš—²š—暝—²'š˜€ š—”š—¼ 'š—œ' š—œš—» š—§š—²š—®š—ŗ)
"š—œ š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—›š—¶š—ŗ" (š—Ÿš—¶š—³š—² š——š˜‚š—暝—¶š—»š—“ š—Ŗš—®š—暝˜š—¶š—ŗš—²)
š—¦š˜š—暝˜‚š—“š—“š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ (š—„š—¶š˜€š—² š—Øš—½)
š—¦š—²š—²š—¶š—»š—“ š— š—¼š—ŗ (š—§š—µš—²š˜€š—² š—§š—¶š—²š˜€ š—§š—µš—®š˜ š—•š—¶š—»š—±)
š—„š—¼š—“š˜‚š—² š—œš—»š˜š—²š—暝—»š˜€ (š—œš—» š—§š—µš—² š— š—¶š—±š—»š—¶š—“š—µš˜ š—›š—¼š˜‚š—æ)
š—Ÿš—¶š˜š˜š—¹š—² š—šš—暝—²š˜† (š—”š—¹š—¹ š—•š˜† š— š˜†š˜€š—²š—¹š—³)
š—©.š—œ.š—£ (š—Ŗš—¶š˜€š—µ š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—Ŗš—²š—暝—² š—›š—²š—暝—²)
š— š—®š—ŗš—® š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—§š—¼ š—§š—¼š˜„š—» (š—¦š˜†š—ŗš—½š—®š˜š—µš˜† š—™š—¼š—æ š—§š—µš—² š——š—²š˜ƒš—¶š—¹)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š— š—®š—暝—ø (š—¦š˜š—®š—¶š—暝˜„š—®š˜† š—§š—¼ š—›š—²š—®š˜ƒš—²š—» & š—•š—²š—®š˜ š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—æ š—›š—²š—®š—暝˜ š—¢š˜‚š˜)
š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—£š—暝—¼š—½š—¼š˜€š—®š—¹ (š—•š—²š—³š—¼š—暝—² š—®š—»š—± š—”š—³š˜š—²š—æ)
š—™š—¶š—“š—µš˜š˜€ (š—”š—» š—›š—¼š—»š—²š˜€š˜ š— š—¶š˜€š˜š—®š—øš—²)
š—§š—²š—¹š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ š—•š—²š—¹š—¹š—® (š—œ š—Ŗš—¶š—¹š—¹ š—™š—¼š—¹š—¹š—¼š˜„ š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š—§š—µš—² š——š—®š—暝—ø)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—±š—¼š˜„š—»š˜€ (š—¦š˜š—®š—»š—± š—•š˜† š— š—²)
š—™š—¼š—暝—“š—¶š˜ƒš—²š—»š—²š˜€š˜€ (š—¦š˜„š—²š—²š˜ š—¦š˜‚š—暝—暝—²š—»š—±š—²š—æ)
š—”š—¹š—ŗš—¼š˜€š˜ š—™š—¶š—暝—²š—± (š—”š—¼ š—šš—¼š—¼š—± š—”š˜ š—¦š—®š˜†š—¶š—»š—“ š—¦š—¼š—暝—暝˜†)
"š—œš˜'š˜€ š—”š—¼š˜ š—µš—²š—æ š——š—暝—²š˜€š˜€" (š—Ŗš—µš—®š˜ š—® š——š—¶š—³š—³š—²š—暝—²š—»š—°š—² š—® š——š—®š˜† š— š—®š—øš—²š˜€)
š—¦š˜‚š—暝—“š—²š—暝—¶š—²š˜€ š—®š—»š—± š— š—¼š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ š—œš—» š—§š—®š—¹š—øš˜€ (š—›š—²š—暝—²'š˜€ š—§š—¼ š—™š˜‚š˜š˜‚š—暝—² š——š—®š˜†š˜€)
š—š—¼š—µš—» š——š—¼š—² (š—”š—¼š˜„ š—¼š—æ š—”š—²š˜ƒš—²š—æ)
š—šš—²š—¼š—暝—“š—² š—¢'š— š—®š—¹š—¹š—²š˜† (š—šš—¼š—¼š—± š— š—¼š˜‚š—暝—»š—¶š—»š—“)
š— š—¼š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ š—œš—» (š—šš—¼š—¼š—±š—Æš˜†š—²)
š—–š˜‚š˜š˜€ (š—œ š—”š—¹š˜„š—®š˜†š˜€ š—™š—²š—²š—¹ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—²š—Æš—¼š—±š˜†'š˜€ š—Ŗš—®š˜š—°š—µš—¶š—»' š— š—²)
"š—œ š—Ŗš—®š—»š˜š—²š—± š—›š—²š—æ" (š—§š—®š—¶š—»š˜š—²š—± š—¢š—Æš—¹š—¶š—“š—®š˜š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—”š—²š˜„ š—£š—²š—¼š—½š—¹š—² (š—œš—»š˜ƒš—®š˜€š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—œš—»š—¼š—½š—²š—暝—®š—Æš—¹š—² š—§š˜‚š—ŗš—¼š—暝˜€ & š—•š—®š—Æš˜† š—§š—®š—¹š—øš˜€ (š—šš—¶š˜ƒš—² š—£š—²š—®š—°š—² š—® š—–š—µš—®š—»š—°š—²)
š—™š—®š—¶š—¹š—²š—± š—£š—®š—暝˜š—¶š—²š˜€ & š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—–š—¼š—»š—°š—²š—暝—» (š—œš—»š˜ƒš—²š˜€š˜ š—¶š—» š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—²)
š—”š—²š˜„ š—”š˜š˜š—²š—»š—±š—¶š—»š—“š˜€ (š—”š—²š˜„ š—›š—¶š˜€š˜š—¼š—暝˜†)
š— š˜† š——š—®š˜‚š—“š—µš˜š—²š—æ (š—›š—¼š—¹š—¶š—±š—®š˜‡š—²)
"š—œ š—§š—µš—¶š—»š—ø š—Ŗš—² š—•š—暝—¼š—øš—² š—Øš—½" (š—•š—¹š—¶š—»š—ø)
š—œ š— š—¶š˜€š˜€ š—›š—¶š—ŗ (š—œ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—¦š—¼ š— š˜‚š—°š—µ š—•š—²š˜š˜š—²š—æ š—Ŗš—µš—²š—» š—¬š—¼š˜‚'š—暝—² š—”š—®š—øš—²š—±)
š—œš—“š—»š—¼š—暝—¶š—»š—“ (š—¦š˜š—®š˜š—² š—¼š—³ š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—² š—®š—»š—± š—§š—暝˜‚š˜€š˜)
š—¦š—¹š—¼š—®š—»'š˜€ š—”š—²š˜„š˜€ (š—©š—®š—¹š—²š—»š˜š—¶š—»š—²š˜€ š— š—®š˜€š˜€š—®š—°š—暝—²)
"š—œ š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—¦š—²š—² š—® š—™š˜‚š˜š˜‚š—暝—² š—™š—¼š—æ š—Øš˜€" (š—£š˜‚š˜€š—µ)
"š—”š—¼š˜ š—šš—¼š—¼š—±š—Æš˜†š—² š—¦š—²š˜…" (š—¦š˜†š—ŗš—½š—®š˜š—µš˜† š—™š—¼š—æ š—§š—µš—² š—£š—®š—暝—²š—»š˜š˜€)
"š—œ š—›š—²š—®š—æ š—¬š—¼š˜‚" (š—›š—¼š—¼š—ø, š—Ÿš—¶š—»š—² & š—¦š—¶š—»š—»š—²š—æ)
š—¦š—²š—»š˜€š—¶š˜š—¶š˜ƒš—¶š˜š˜† š—§š—暝—®š—¶š—»š—¶š—»š—“ (š—›š—¼š˜„ š—œš—»š˜€š—²š—»š˜€š—¶š˜š—¶š˜ƒš—²)
š—§š—¼š—“š—²š˜š—µš—²š—æ š—”š—“š—®š—¶š—» (š—¦š—µš—¶š—»š˜† š—›š—®š—½š—½š˜† š—£š—²š—¼š—½š—¹š—²)
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Bella walked into the locker room. She frowned as she saw Grace sitting there drinking a bottle of Pepto bismol. She frowned. "What the hell? Are you okay?" She asked as she looked to her.

"No. I'm dying. I think."

Bella nodded. "Right. Okay. Do it quietly. I don't fancy explaining to Bailey why you're dead," she said as she pulled on her scrubs top.

George walked in and smiled. "So Izzie left the house this morning. That's a good sign," he told his friends as he sat down.

"Good for her. Bad for me. I have to see her," Bella mumbled as she looked to Grace who looked pale. "You look awful."

"Thank you Isabella. You're so kind."

"I know."

George looked to Grace. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm just not feeling myself," Grace said as she stood up.

"O'Malley has that effect on women. Ask Dr Torres," Alex said as he walked in. He smiled at Bella. The two of them had become close since they hooked up as the prom.

George scoffed and shook his head. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

Bella rolled her eyes. "It means you threw Callie on her ass. She was into you."

"I did not. Who told you that?"

"Who else? Callie herself."

Alex smirked. He looked to her. "Don't worry. I get it. She's hot. But she's not for you."

"And why is that?"

"She's hot."

Bella rolled her eyes. She quickly checked her phone to see a text from Mark. Instead of reading it, she deleted it. She turned to look at Alex. "You're lurking behind me, why?" She asked.

"What do you say we have another on call room hook up?"

"No."

****

"Let's go people. I've been in surgery since 2am. And I'm in no mood," Bailey said as she took her interns over to the patients room.

"No cutting."

"Yang. You're late," Alex said as Cristina joined the group.

Bella turned and smirked. "Naughty girl."

"I got here before George!"

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Nice of you to join us Yang," she said as she looked to her.

Cristina rolled her eyes as she saw Alex smirking. "What are you smiling about? Aren't you supposed to be on the gynie brigade?"

"Yeah. Whatever."

Bella saw how Grace stopped, leaning against a wall. She tilted her head. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. I think this dating my boss is getting to me. Derek, sex, Derek sex. I think it's giving me an ulcer.

Bella smirked and turned to her, tying her hair up. "My brother is making you sick?"

"I need to relax."

****

"Shawn Sullivan. 62. Had minimally invasive bypass surgery two days ago to remove a blockage from his LAD," Bella presented.

"I'm all better now. Thank you Isabella. So what do you think Miranda? Can I stop being a burden to you good people and go home?" Shawn asked.

Shawn's wife frowned. "You need to stop interrupting the doctors Shawn. You need to listen to what they say."

"I need to get back to the dealership. They're going to can me if I'm gone too long," Shawn said.

"They can't can you sweetie. You're the best salesman they've got."

Grace smiled. "What is it you sell?" She asked as she leant against Bella.

"Cars."

"My Shawnie could sell anything," his wife proudly spoke.

Bailey smiled. "I'm sure he can. What he can't sell me on is going back to work before he gets his oxygen levels up. So put that oxygen back on Mr Sullivan. Before I even think of letting you out of here. And if I do, I want your word. Nothing fried, no alcohol and no cigarettes," she warned.

Shawn laughed. "Oh you're tough Miranda."

"I need your word Mr Sullivan. Or I'm not going to sign those discharge papers."

"I give you my word."

Bailey smiled and nodded. "Alright then. Mrs Sullivan. You need to go to the front desk to fill out some paperwork. Then you can take your husband home," she explained.

****

The interns walked out of the room. Grace sat down on a bench. She was gripping her stomach in pain. Bailey looked to her. "You alright Dr Grey?" She asked.

Grace nodded. "Yeah Dr Bailey. Just need to sleep is all."

Derek walked over. "Baby sis," he said as he walked past her. He walked over to Grace. "Dr Grey. I am clipping a basilar tip aneurysm. Any interest?" He asked.

Bella turned to see Addison as she walked over. Bella was rubbing Grace's back. "You really need to see a doctor."

Addison rolled her eyes. She looked to Bailey. "Dr Bailey. Can I get...," Addison couldn't finish as she looked through the glass.

Standing there was Mark Sloan. In the lobby. Shaking hands with Webber. "Oh my god."

Derek looked to where Addison was looking. He frowned. "Oh my god."

Bella looked too. "Oh fuck."

George frowned. "Is that?"

"McSteamy," Cristina finished with a smirk.

Grace suddenly threw up. Bella turned back to her. "Oh lovely."

"No! Mr Sullivan! Don't light that!" George yelled. But it was too late.

There was an explosion caused by the oxygen mask. The top half of Shawn's body caught on fire.

"Somebody get a fire extinguisher!"

"Call a code red!"

****

Bella stood with George and Grace. She saw Addison approaching Mark. Bella didn't know what to think about it all. She didn't know why he was back.

All of a sudden, Grace threw up again, this time aiming for a trash can. "Holy fuck. Are you pregnant?" Bella asked.

Everyone turned to look at the three interns. Bella smiled slightly. Addison scoffed. "Oh this is just perfect. An adulterous love child."

"Hey!"

Derek came down the stairs. "Goes along with an adulterous sociopath," he said walking past. "Gracie."

"No. You've done enough already." 

****

Bella smirked as she looked to her. "So. Derek is going to be a daddy. That makes me an auntie. Maybe I can bond with this one. My sister's kids are demonic."

"I'm not pregnant."

Cristina shrugged. "I didn't think I was pregnant when I was pregnant either. But the fever, abdominal pain, non-stop vomiting..."

Bella nodded. "Yeah. You're pregnant."

"I'm not pregnant," Grace said. She was adamant that she wasn't. "I can't be pregnant.  Can I?"

Bella nodded. "With McBaby!"

"I hate you Isabella."

"Call me that again, you'll regret it."

****

Bella walked through the hospital. She had been avoiding Mark. And she had been doing well. Until he appeared in front of her. "You're avoiding me angel."

"No. I'm just busy. What are you doing here? I thought you were back in New York?" Bella asked.

Mark shrugged. "I was. Up until I realised that I can't stop thinking about you. The way you called me up. Wanting me? It made me even more crazier about you," he said.

Bella groaned as she looked to him. "You need to get over that. It shouldn't have happened. Okay? You need to go back to New York."

"I can't. I sublet my apartment. Sold the practice. It's a done deal. I'm here to stay baby," Mark said.

****

"You're a good friend."

Bella smirked. "You're so high right now."

"Actually. You're my best friend in the whole entire world."

Bella rolled her eyes but smiled. "Now I'm just feeling sorry for you."

Grace giggled. "Why? Cause I could die today? If I did die today, I'll be remembered as the slutty intern who ruined Derek and Addison."

Bella grinned and shook her head. "Now you're being dramatic. You won't die."

Grace shrugged. "You don't know that. I could die. You don't know."

"You're not going to die. Do you think Bailey is going to let you die?" Bella said as Bailey walked in.

****

Bella felt bad. Grace had had a miscarriage. She felt bad for winding her up all day. Addison was operating on her to remove the baby from her.

Bella sighed as she walked out to the car park. She saw Mark standing there. "Are you like stalking me now?" She asked as she looked to him.

"No angel. Wanted to see if you were okay. I heard about my fellow dirty mistress," Mark said.

Bella sighed. "She had a miscarriage. Making her sick. They're removing it from her now," she told him.

Mark smiled slightly. "Do you wanna go for a drink? Take your mind off this?" He asked.

"No. Not really. Mark. I'm not going to have sex with you again. So get that idea out of your head," Bella said as she walked off.

****

Bella walked into Derek's trailer. She smiled and looked to him. "Hey big brother. How are you?" She asked as she sat down and took a beer.

Derek sighed. "She was pregnant. She had my baby inside of her. And it died," he mumbled.

"Yeah. I know. But you'll have other babies. I'm sure you'll have three by the time she's 30."

Derek smiled. He pulled Bella close and held her. He looked to her. "Don't let Mark Sloan ruin you again Bella. I fixed you last time. But I can't do it this time."

"Mark Sloan will not get under my skin. I promise you."

"Good girl."

But Bella had no idea just how wrong she was. Especially when it came to Mark Sloan.

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