Now or Never โžผ Mark Sloan

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๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๏ฟฝ... More

๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜
๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น (๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†)
๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ข๐—ฎ๐—ธ (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€)
๐—Ÿ๐—ฉ๐—”๐—— (๐Ÿญ๐Ÿณ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€)
๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ (๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐˜† ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜† ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜†)
๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—”๐—บ)
๐— &๐—  (๐—ข๐—ต, ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—š๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐˜)
๐— ๐—ฐ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต (๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜)
๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ป)
๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฒ (๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐—–๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜ (๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐˜… ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€)
๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€)
๐—ง๐—ผ๐˜…๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป' ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป')
๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐˜† (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐— ๐—ฐ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐˜†๐Ÿฎ.๐Ÿฌ
๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€ (๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐Ÿญ-๐Ÿฎ-๐Ÿฏ)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—จ๐—ฝ (๐——๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—”๐—น๐—น?)
๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐˜† (๐—” ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜€ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ/๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ (๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ถ๐˜… ๐—จ๐—ฝ๐˜€ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ (๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†)
๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ž๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—™๐˜‚ ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜? (๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—จ๐—ฝ? (๐—–๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ - ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ข๐—ป๐—ฒ)
๐—›๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—Ÿ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป (๐—ฃ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐— ๐˜† ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜… ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฒ? (๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐Ÿญ&๐Ÿฎ)
๐—ฅ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ (๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—” ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ข๐—ณ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐Ÿญ&๐Ÿฎ)
"๐—œ'๐—น๐—น ๐—–๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚" (๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ & ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ)
๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฑ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ผ '๐—œ' ๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ)
"๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ" (๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐——๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ)
๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ฅ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐—ผ๐—บ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—•๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ)
๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ)
๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜† (๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐—•๐˜† ๐— ๐˜†๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ)
๐—ฉ.๐—œ.๐—ฃ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ง๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐˜†๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป & ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—น (๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€ (๐—”๐—ป ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐— ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ (๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—™๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—•๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ (๐—ก๐—ผ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
"๐—œ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€" (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐——๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€)
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ (๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—™๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€)
๐—๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป ๐——๐—ผ๐—ฒ (๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ข'๐— ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜† (๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐—ป (๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฏ๐˜†๐—ฒ)
๐—–๐˜‚๐˜๐˜€ (๐—œ ๐—”๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜†'๐˜€ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป' ๐— ๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ" (๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ข๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ (๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—œ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ & ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ (๐—š๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ)
๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ & ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป (๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—”๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ (๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
๐— ๐˜† ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—›๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ" (๐—•๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ)
๐—œ ๐— ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ (๐—œ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐— ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ)
๐—œ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ฉ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—™๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—จ๐˜€" (๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ต)
"๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฏ๐˜†๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜…" (๐—ฆ๐˜†๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€)
"๐—œ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚" (๐—›๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ, ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ & ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—”๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
"๐—ช๐—ฒ'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐˜†" (๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€)
๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—œ'๐—บ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—”๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป)
๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ (๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐˜†๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—บ)
๐—”๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ)
๐—ก๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐˜† ๐—•๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐˜€ (๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป)
๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
"๐—ช๐—ฒ'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—”..." (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด'๐˜€ ๐—š๐—ผ๐˜๐˜๐—ฎ ๐—š๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜ (๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ (๐——๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ & ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜†๐—ป ๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป (๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† (๐—ฃ.๐—ฌ.๐—ง ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€ (๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐˜„๐—ธ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ผ ๐—œ๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ

๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ (๐—–๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ - ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ง๐˜„๐—ผ)

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By _X_Sammii_X_

Bella was freaking out as Nick's artery was still bleeding. She could see how freaked out Nick was. Bella was attempting to apply pressure to his neck.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Just hold still!" Bella said as she tried to calm Nick down. She was covered in blood.

Eventually Nick calmed down. Bella sighed in relief.
"Okay. Okay, that's it. I got ... I got it. It stopped. I got it," she told him. She couldn't remove her hand or he would start bleeding again.

"Holy crap. My artery blew," Nick said as he looked to Bella.

Bella nodded. She was in shock. "Your artery blew."

"I didn't think that would really happen. I mean, I thought it was something that the doctors say might happen because they have to, but I didn't think that it would really happen," Nick said. He was shocked at the amount of blood he had lost.

"Me neither. Always thought Dr Sloan was being a little too dramatic to scare us into not letting you die," Bella said.

****

Grace walked over to Mark. She glared. "You really are an ass aren't
you?" She asked as she leant against the nurses station.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I guess Bella told you? Figured she would. You don't know the full story," he told her.

"Go on then. What has she done that's so bad that you had to talk to her like you did," Grace said. Bella was her best friend. And she didn't want her hurting.

Mark turned to her. "She's pregnant. And she never told me. And by the look on your face, she didn't tell you either," he said.

Grace was shocked. She shook her head. "No. She never told me. Is she okay?"

"I don't know. I have other crap to deal with."

"Mark. Bella loves you. And she came to me crying. You need to make it right with her. You love her. She loves you," Grace told him.

Mark looked to her. He sighed. "If she loved me, why didn't she tell me she's pregnant? She did it last time too. Only she lost that baby,"he said as he turned and walked off.

Grace frowned. She sighed knowing that things weren't easy at all. And she felt bad for what Bella and Mark were going through.

****

Bella was still holding Nick's neck. The panic was truly kicking in. And she didn't know what more to do.

"Okay. Nick, can, uh, can you reach your call button?" Bella asked as she held her finger in place.

Nick nodded. "I think so," he said as he reached for it.

Bella swore as her fingers slipped. Blood started to spurt out of the artery.

"Crap! No, no, no, no. Don't move that much. Okay, um, uh ... just ... can ... can you reach your phone ... without moving very much?" She asked.

"I think so. I think so," he told her as he slow reached without looking to the phone on the desk. "I got it."

Bella nodded. She sighed in relief. "Okay, good. Good, good, good. Okay, um, dial ... al 8, okay?" She told him.

"Okay," Nick said. He found the button without looking. "Is that ... is that 8?" He asked.

"Okay, okay. Put it to my ear, okay?"

Nurse// hello, nurses' station.
Bella// Hi. Hi, uh, this is Dr. Shepherd. Um, yeah, Mr. Hanscomb's carotid just blew. Uh, c-c-can you page Dr. Sloan for me, please? A-and also Dr. Yang? And ... ah!"

The artery started to spurt some more. Bella's hand quickly covered it up.

Bella// I'm gonna go ahead and call this a code blue. Yes, code blue. Can you announce that, please?"
Nurse// Right away.

Bella nodded to Nick. "Thank you. Okay, you can put it down now," she told him.

Nick was panicking. "Code blue. That means I'm dead, right? I mean that's what they call when people go, like, flatline?" He asked.

"No. I figure we can use all the help we can get," Bella told him. She was covered in blood.

****

Nick smiled to Bella even though she couldn't see her. "How you doing, Dr. Shepherd?" He asked.

Bella, who was freaking out, decided to lie. "I'm okay. You okay?"

"Well, I'm a little freaked out if I'm being honest. Mostly 'cause you look like carrie at the prom. Seriously, you're wearing, like, half my blood," Nick said.

"Which is why we're hanging some more right now."

Tyler looked to Bella and sighed. "I'm having trouble getting a vein," he told her.

"Why?"

"He's hypovolemic. His veins are flaccid."

Nick frowned. "That's not a nice thing to say. That ... that's not a nice thing to say at all. Ow! okay!" He said. He was in pain. "Son of a bitch!"

Bella was having a hard time keeping her fingers in place on his neck. She didn't want to let him bleed out anymore. "It's okay!"

Cristina walked in. "Shepherd, you gotta stop the bleeding," she told her.

Bella rolled her eyes. "You think? It's okay. I ... my hand slipped. I-I got it," she said. She wasn't in the mood for dealing with Cristina and her sarcasm.

"That ... that can't happen anymore. That can't happen anymore, okay?" Nick said.

Cristina turned to Bella. "Just apply steady, firm pressure."

I called for Sloan. Should we just take him to an O.R.? Or ...?" Bella asked. Not wanting to deal with this any longer.

Cristina shook her head. "No, there's no O.R. I was just down there," she told her.

Bella sighed. She turned to Tyler. "Tyler, uh, you should run and get some more blood. Just in case, okay?" She said.

"Keep applying pressure. I'm gonna go get Sloan," Cristina told her.

"Wait, you're leaving? Cristina, I'm literally covered in blood here. I need to change," Bella said.

"I'll be right back. You can do this. You're doing this," Cristina said as she turned and left.

****

Mark looked to Alex. "Are you seeing this, Karev? How I'm tightening the cable by hand?" He asked.

"Yeah."

The two of them continued working. Mark looked around. He saw Ava's face in the gallery.

Mark smirked. "That's my face."

"What?" Alex asked as he looked to the attending in front of him.

"Up there in the gallery, I built that face. That's jane doe. The one with amnesia. Is she a surgeon?" Mark asked with a look to Alex.

Alex shook his head. "I don't, uh ..."

"Oh, you are ... you are so busted."

Cristina was stood the OR doorway. "Dr. Sloan, it's Nick Hanscomb. His carotid blew," she told him.

"Karev, I need you to irrigate thoroughly, finish up and pack the wound."

Alex frowned as he looked to Mark. "Wait, you're leaving?" He asked.

Mark nodded as he went to leave the OR. "He can survive without me. My other guy can't," he told him.

"Oh, there's no O.R. Available."

"This one will be," Mark said. He turned to Alex. "I need you to get this room turned around asap. I'm bringing down my carotid bleed."

****

Derek walked over to Grace. He kissed her lips gently and smiled. "Have you seen Bella?" He asked.

Grace shook her head. Knowing it wasn't her place to tell Derek that Mark had upset Bella. "No I heard she was working with Sloan on the artery patient. Last I heard the artery had blew and Bella was covered in blood," she told him.

Derek sighed. "I'm worried about this relationship with Mark. I know she's happy. But I don't trust he won't hurt her. I can't fix her again like last time," he said.

Grace smiled. She wrapped her arms around his neck. You're an amazing big brother to Bella. I think she's lucky to have you," she told him.

"I'm lucky to have you."

"Yes you are. I think that tonight we stay at the trailer and you fuck me until I can't walk any longer," Grace said.

Derek laughed. He winked. "I got plans tonight. But tomorrow, I will ravish you all day," he told her as he kissed her lips again.

"I'll hold you to that."

****

Mark walked back into the OR. He frowned as he heard Monitors beeping. "What the hell did you do, Karev?" He asked.

Alex shook his head. "Nothing. Uh, I cut the cable. The bleeding-."

"You cut the cable? What, you were showing off for your girlfriend? Do you have any idea how screwed you are?" Mark all but yelled.

Callie shook her head. She sighed. "It's not his fault. One of the heart graft's blew. I'm holding this guy's left coronary with a clamp," she told Mark.

Mark had no words at all. "Did somebody page Hahn?" He asked.

Erica walked in. She frowned. "I'm here. What the hell happened?" She asked as she walked over to the table.

"His heart graft blew," Callie said as she looked to her.

"Oh, damn it."

I think...," Alex went to say. But was interrupted.

"The only thing I need you to do, Karev, is to stay quiet and get more suction in here," Mark told him.

"Just hold on to that," Erica said.

****

Almost evefupne is still there bandaging Nick sighed. "This was never my plan, to ... to die this way," he said.

Bella looked to him. "You're not dying, Nick," she told him with a smile.

"You're going to the O.R."

Nick shook his head. "No, I know. That's what I'm saying. I mean, I think we kind of have some say, or at least a feeling. But I never had that feeling, so I can't die, right? I don't feel good. I feel..."

Nick's monitor started beeping as he passed out. Bella started panicking. "Nick Nick!"

"Nick, can you squeeze my hand?"

"Oh, my god. What happened?" Lexie asked as she was stood by Bella.

Bella sighed. "The blood to the right side of his brain is ... he had a stroke. It looks like he had a stroke. Okay, let's go. Let's move him carefully. Let's go," she told her.

****

Erica looked around the room. "The infection went to his heart. His hack of a surgeon didn't check the grafts. I should've caught it. I should've checked. I missed it. Damn it! How did I miss it?" She said.

"Thats fascinating Dr Hahn."

"What?"

Mark shrugged. "You're as unkind to yourself as you are to everyone else," he said.

"Mark."

The door opened and this time Bella walked in. She was covered in blood. "Dr Sloan. His artery blew again. And he appears to be having a left sided C.V.A," she told him.

Mark turned to Bella. "Where is he?"

"Here," Bella told him. The door opened and Lexie was stood there with Cristina. "You told me to bring him here."

Mark turned to Erica. "Hahn. Are you close?" He asked. He held a quick look with Bella. Feeling guilty for their argument.

"No."

Mark turned back to Bella. "Get him to a sterile procedure room. Run," he told her.

Bella nodded. "Okay. Let's go. This way," she told Lexie and Cristina. The three of them left.

Callie looked to Mark. "Okay. I'm done. I can help. What do you want me to do?" She asked.

Mark sighed. "I need an anaesthesiologist. I need a nurse. I need equipment," he said as she made his way out of the room. Not wanting to lose his patient.

****

Bella stood watching as Nick flatlined. Mark was doing chest compressions on him. "Come on. Come on. He's coding," he said.

Tears silently poured down Bella's cheeks. "Please live. Please," she mumbled under her breath.

****

Nick had died. Bella was sitting by his side as Tyler covered his body. Bella looked to Tyler. "Are his parents coming?" She asked.

Tyler nodded. "They're on a plane from California. You gonna wait?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna wait."

****

Bella walked over to Lexie. She s held. "You did good today. It wasn't easy. I spent half the day looking like Carrie. What we did. It wasn't easy. It was brave."

Lexie looked to Bella. "We killed him. The hospital. Sloan... us we were not prepared," she mumbled.

Cristina walked over to them. "Yeah. That happens sometimes."

Lexie turned to Cristina. "That's... do you have any idea how backwards that is?" She asked.

"We help more than we hurt."

Lexie sighed. She looked to Bella and smiled. "I have no one."

****

Bella left the bathroom. Tears poured down her cheeks. Mark walked over to her. "We need to talk," he said.

Bella shook her head. "You don't need to worry. I'm not pregnant. We can just be done," she mumbled.

Mark frowned. "Did you have a miscarriage?" He asked as he looked to her.

"No. I got my period. Must have been delayed," Bella said as wiped away tears that fell. "You can't trust me. I tell Grace everything."

"Bella."

"No. Don't Bella me. You said I wasn't committed. I'm the one who wanted to tell Derek! And I'm not committed? I loved you. Even when you were screwing Callie, and all those nurses, I still loved you!"

Derek walked over. He saw how Bella was crying. "What happened?" He asked.

Bella shook her head. "Nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Mark and I are just talking," she lied. She didn't want to cause another fall out with Mark and Derek.

Derek nodded. He wasn't convinced. But he said nothing. He knew Bella. And he knew she would talk to him if she needed him. Or so she hoped.

Derek walked off leaving Mark and Bella alone. "Why did you not tell him?"

"What? And have him hate you? No. I'm not that much of a bitch. I should go," Bella mumbled. She turned and walked off. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

****

Grace saw Mark and looked to him. "You're an idiot you know. If you lose her. If you don't fight for her. She's the best thing you could have in your life. Don't let her go over some stupid argument Mark," she told him.

Mark sighed. "She's not pregnant. She got her period. This stupid row was because she didn't tell me. I told her she wasn't committed to us."

"Do you think you're switching it? I mean, she's loyal to you. She loves you. Maybe you're the one who's scared of the commitment. Do you think you're gonna hurt her again?" Grace asked.

Mark shrugged. "I'll probably always hurt her. She deserves better than me," he told her.

Grace shook her head. "Maybe she does. But she doesn't want better. She wants you Mark. You're the love of her life. We both know that. All I'm saying is, if you love her, tell her. Don't let her go because I don't think you'll get her back again," she said.

"She won't want me back."

Grace sighed. "You need to make this right Mark. She did nothing wrong. She just delayed telling you. I know that wasn't right. But she wouldn't do it on purpose. After the miscarriage, she said she was scared to get pregnant again."

****

Bella and Meredith were sitting in the house. The door opened and Cristina walked in. "Hey. I bought supplies," she said.

Bella said nothing as she downed her drink. Cristina turned and motioned for someone to come in. Bella frowned as Lexie walked in.
Meredith looked to her.

Cristina sighed and shrugged. "She's got no one," she said as she looked to the older Grey.

Bella smiled as Lexie held up a bag of apples. Meredith sat up and sighed. "I'm drinking. Are you drinking Lexie?" She asked.

Lexie sighed in relief. She nodded. "Yeah. A drink would be good," she told her sister.

****

Mark knocked on the door. Grace opened it and smiled. "Hey. You did the right thing. She's in there dancing," she told him.

Mark walked into the house. He saw Bella as she was drinking with Lexie Grey. Grace nodded. "I know. Mer has decided that we're giving Lexie a chance. Isabella loves her as you can see," she said. She walked over to Bella.

Bella turned to Mark and frowned. She handed her drink to Grace and walked over to him. "Hi."

"Hey. Figured we could talk. But you're having fun," Mark said as he looked to her.

Bella nodded. "I'm not pregnant. So I can enjoy myself. What do you want?" She asked.

Mark sighed. "I'm sorry. I've been an ass all day. I took it out on you when I shouldn't have. I think it's me who's scared of the commitment. I'm scared I'll hurt you again," he told her.

Bella wiped away a tear that had fallen. "I've done nothing but cry today. I'm sick of it. I love you. And I don't want this stupid fight to come between us. I was wrong for not telling you how I thought I was pregnant. I just... I don't know I got scared. But I was always going to tell you."

"Forgive me?"

Bella shrugged. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Maybe. But for now, I'm getting drunk. You go have fun with Callie and Erica. I know they asked you for drinks."

"I'll see you tomorrow doll."

"Bye," Bella said as she kissed his lips passionately. She smiled. "I love you."

Bella watched as he left. Feeling thankful they had overcome their row. But was this the beginning of more hurdles for them to come?

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