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—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)
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—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—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)

653 25 4
By _X_Sammii_X_

Bella walked into the hospital. Madelyn was awake in her car seat. She looked up. Grace was there. "What happened?" Bella asked as she looked to her.

"Callie and Arizona were in a car accident. She went through the windshield. Mark is in surgery," Grace told her.

Bella nodded. "Okay. I'll take Madelyn back to daycare and then go and tell him," she said. Knowing she needed to be with Mark.

Grace smiled as she looked to her niece. "Hi cutie bug. Auntie Gracie will be having cuddles with you when today is over," she said as she stroked the tiny little girls blonde hair.

****

Bella walked into the OR where Mark was. She looked to him. "Dr Sloan. Are you almost done here?" She asked.

Mark nodded. "I'm good in two seconds. What's up? Is Maddy okay?" He asked. Shocked at seeing Bella was back here.

"I'll... I'll wait," Bella mumbled. She knew this was going to be hard.

Mark smiled under his mask. "I rocked this mandibular repair. You'd never know this guys jaw was broke in five places. I'm somewhat of an artist. Not Picasso, because then his jaw would be on his forehead. I'm like, uh, Chagall, Michelangelo. I'm Michelangelo. There. Done. Hopefully I can take my girls to dinner. What do you got?" He asked.

****

Mark ran out to the ambulance bay. He looked around and saw Bella who was behind him. "What the hell happened?" He asked.

Owen looked over to him. "Car versus truck. That's all we know," he told him.

"And her injuries? What ... the baby?"

"We don't know yet."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Well, why the ... why the hell don't you know? Someone get me a trauma gown!"
He yelled.

Bella walked over to him. "Babe. You can't be on this. I know what she means to you," she said.

The ambulance was heard approaching. Webber looked to Mark. "Mark, you need to sit this one out."

Mark shook his head. "I'm not sitting this one out. That's Callie!" He told them.

"I know. I know you want to work on her. But you have to stand back and let the people who aren't that close to her deal with this," Bella told him.

Webber nodded. "Bella is right. I'm sorry. You can't be a doctor on this one," he said.

"Screw you."

"Sloan."

Mark shook his head. "Screw all of you," he said as he held a look with Bella.

Webber sighed. "Look at me, Sloan. Look at me. Look, maybe I don't understand what you two have, how you have it, but I understand this, she is your family. Callie Torres is your best friend, and the best way that you can help your family is to step back and let the rest of us do what you can't rationally do ... save their lives. Okay? Mark."

Mark nodded. He sighed. "I'm in the room, you hear me? Okay. I'm in the room."

"Okay. Hunt, you're in charge," Webber told Owen as they heard the ambulance getting closer.

"All right, everyone. Multiple blunt trauma protocol. Let's go!"

The Paramedic looked to the doctors. "Tachycardic and hypotensive en route. Obvious head and chest injuries."

Owen looked down at Callie. "Callie? Callie. We've got you, you hear me? Everything is gonna be okay," he told her.

"She's hemorrhaging. Wait. Hold on. Is that blood coming from her chest?"

Arizona sighed. "What? Calliope means ... means music," she said.

Bailey smiled as she looked to Callie. "Oh, j ... uh, honey, we're gonna fix you up just fine. Don't you worry."

Arizona looked to Owen. Missing the look she was getting from Mark. "She went through the windshield."

"Seat belt? Airbags?"

"She took it off."

"She lost a lot of blood, too."

Owen looked up. He sighed. "Make sure she gets lots of fluids," he told them all. Wanting to give Callie the best possible care.

"Callie, can you blink for me? Extraocular movement's intact. Pupils equal and reactive," Derek said.

Owen turned to April. "Set up a chest tray."

"I'm on it."

"Let's get the fetal monitor set up. I need to hold pressure."

"Let's go! Come on! Out of the way!"

The other doctors took Callie into the ER. Bella and Grace walked over to where Mark and Arizona were. "What the hell happened?" Mark asked.

"It came outta nowhere. I ... I asked her to marry me, and truck came outta nowhere," she told them.

****

Owen looked to the doctors in the room. "One, two, three. Get those I.V. S up. And make sure her lines are patent."

"Depressed skull fracture with a probable bleed," Derek said.

"I'll do a trauma ultrasound."

Derek sighed. "Tell C.T. to get ready for her. No obvious spinal deformities. Hang two bags of O neg."

Arizona looked over to them. "But she's A positive," she told them.

"Yeah, no, she's A positive. Scratch that. Type specific, A positive."

Bella looked over to Mark and sighed. "Is there a fetal heartbeat?" She asked. Knowing he would want to know his best friend's baby was okay.

"No breath sounds on the right."

"Set up a chest tube."

"I'm on it."

"Lucy is there a fetal heartbeat?" Arizona asked. Needing to know that her baby was okay.

"Lucy!" Mark all but yelled.

"Give me a minute."

"You two need to back up."

"I want an answer!" Arizona all but sobbed.

Webber looked to them.  "Against the wall and silent. You hear me?" He told them. He didn't want them getting in the way.

"Left upper quadrant's looking clear."

"I need those drapes to prep her chest."

"Sterile drapes and betadine. Check Morrison's pouch."

"Temp's 35 degrees," Jackson told them all. He was keeping an eye on her.

Owen nodded. "Keep giving warm fluid so she doesn't get hypothermic."

"Should we start mannitol?" Jackson asked.

"We'll hold off for now."

Teddy: Hold on. Blood in the right upper quadrant. You gotta push that L.R. in faster.

"Bailey, where are you?"

"Uh, rapid infuser. She needs a central line."

"I'll do a subclavian. I need a central line kit and sterile gloves. Come on. Come on. Come on. Call upstairs and tell 'em to prep an O.R. Where's that blood?"

"This monitor's not picking up," Lucy said as she looked around.

"Doppler's here. Okay, let's switch."

Mark looked to his best friend. "Derek, please," he said. He needed to hear the baby's heartbeat.

"How are we doing with the heartbeat, Lucy?" Derek asked. He shared a look with Bella who was silently crying.

"Systolic's down to 72."

"Get some heparin to flush the line."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "If I'm gonna find a heartbeat, I need everybody to shut up for a second."

Webber looked around. "Everyone, quiet. Right now!"

After a few moments, the heartbeat of the baby was heard. Bella sighed in relief. "There it is. Fetal heartbeat," Lucy said.

"V-fib!" Jackson called out.

"She's crashing. Start bagging her. Come on. Get her on her back."

"Starting CPR. Okay, get me an intubation tray, please. Ready to intubate. Hold in-line stabilization," Owen called out.

"I've got cricoid pressure for you."

"Charging to 120. Clear. Still in V-fib."

"All right. Charge the paddles to 200. Charged to 200. Clear."

Bella sighed. "Sinus tach. She's back," she told them all.

"Get the ambu on. Let's move. Here we go. Everybody, ready? Grab that. Grab it. All right. Go, go, go. Let's move. Go," Owen said.

****

Bella had been told to keep an eye on Mark. She was worried about him. He had to have been feeling useless. And she needed to be there for him.

Chloe found a nurse and walked over to her. "Did Dr Sloan come by here?" She asked.

The nurse pointed to the direction in which she saw Mark going in. "Thanks."

Bell carried on walking. She saw the door to the stairwell and saw him sitting on the stairs. She walked in and saw he had been crying.

Mark looked up. He wiped away the tears and sighed. "You don't have to do this. I know you should be with Maddy," he said.

Bella smiled as she took his hand and sat with him. "Maddy is fine in daycare. She was mesmerised by the dangling toy. She's fine. You need me," she said.

"She's my best friend. And she couldn't die. Her baby could die," Mark mumbled.

"She's not going to die. I promise you now. She's not going to die. She's strong. And the baby is going to be fine too," she told him.

Mark looked to her. "I'm sorry. For all the times I've hurt you," he said.

Bella rolled her eyes but smiled. "We're over all of that. We're fine. Everything is going to be fine. I promise you. As soon as Callie is okay, we're going to go get our daughter and we're going to take her home," she said as she kissed him.

****

Bella had gone up to the helipad with Alex and Lucy. Addison was coming to town for Callie.

Lucy was pissed off. "This is humiliating! He's benching me. I've been benched," she said.

Bella rolled her eyes. "She's the best there is. And we all want the best for Callie," she told her.

"Yeah. It makes me look like a complete moron in front of my colleagues," Lucy said, completely ignoring Bella.

Alex rolled his eyes. "They're not thinking about you. They're thinking about Torres. I'm sorry. But suck it up," he said.

The helicopter landed and Addison Montgomery stood from it. Her eyes landed on her daughter and she saw the bump. "What's her status?" She asked.

"She's in S.V.T. I gave her adenosine, some diltiazem. But..."

Addison walked into Callie's room. She turned to Lucy. "Go and take a break. I've got it," she told her.

April left the room leaving Lucy and Addison. Bella stood in the doorway. Lucy sighed. "Dr Montgomery, uh, there's a chance the baby could survive if we deliver by c-section while Callie is stable," Lucy said.

"No there's not. Because not only did you fail to stop her contractions, you didn't give steroids to the baby to help mature her lungs. So you can go too. Go," Addison said.

Bella stood and watched as Lucy left. Addison walked over to Callie. "Oh sweetie. I'm so sorry. But don't you worry. We got this. The attendings, we are all gonna meet and we are gonna come up with a plan. I promise you. We're gonna make a plan and we're gonna figure out what to do. It's gonna be alright. You're gonna be okay," Addison said.

Bella went to leave when Addison stopped her. "You had a baby I hear," she said.

Bella nodded. "I did yeah. A little girl. Madelyn. She's perfect. The way she was born wasn't perfect. But she's healthy."

Addison smiled. "I heard. You gave birth in a stairwell. How Bella Shepherd of you. She was early?"

"11 weeks yeah. She's still small. She's amazing though," Bella said with a smile on her face as she thought of her daughter.

****

Bella and Grace were stood in ICU with Mark and Arizona. Bailey was explaining the situation to the four of them.

Mark looked to Bailey. He sighed. "So you think that she'd have a better chance if we took the baby out now, electively?" He asked.

"Well, Callie's cardiovascular status could possibly be greatly improved, but we just need to know..."

Arizona nodded. She sighed. "What we want to do," she said as she looked to Bella.

Mark shook his head and spoke. "No, what Callie would want us to do."

"The baby's barely viable."

Mark turned his gaze to Arizona. "Why are we even talking about the baby?" He asked.

Grace frowned. "Did-did you just say that?" She said in complete shock.

"No, I'm saying, we give Callie the best shot she can get."

"All right ... But Callie wants a baby," Arizona told him. She knew how difficult the situation was.

Bella sighed. "Arizona..."

Mark shook his head. He looked to Arizona. "Callie wants to live."

"Well, we all want her to live, but what's her life gonna be like if she wakes up and her child is gone?"

"What's her life gonna be like if she's dead?"

Arizona rolled her eyes. She sighed. "Oh, God. It's not that simple," she said.

"It is. I don't like it. It's horrible, but it is that simple. She can have another baby. We can't have another Callie."

Arizona looked to him. Ignoring the look on Bella and Grace's faces. "Oh, so you're just gonna let someone screw my girlfriend again?"

"Oh, for God sakes. Get over it. She screwed someone else. Big deal," Mark said.

Arizona rolled her eyes. "It is Mark. It is a big deal. You could have stopped her. But you didn't!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "She screwed someone else. Big deal. Get over it. She wanted a kid. And she got one," he said.

"It is a big deal! It is a big deal!"

****

Grace walked into daycare where Bella was sitting with Maddy. "Are you okay?" She asked.

Bella sighed. "when I had her, I promised myself she wouldn't spend any longer than necessary in daycare. But here she is."

"No one would be mad if you went home with her Bella. This can't be easy for you," Grace said.

Bella shook her head and sighed. "Mark needs me today. She's fine here. I just hate the idea that someone else looks after her. I cant help but feel like sometimes I should quit. And stay at home with her," she told her.

"You can't do that. I can't make it through the days without you," Grace told her as she smiled.

****

Grace rolled her eyes as Mark and Arizona were still arguing. Both of them weren't giving in.

Arizona looked to Mark. "A baby born at 23 weeks risks encephalopathy, R.O.P. , cerebral palsy, developmental..."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I know the risks," he said as he looked to her. 

"No, do you? Because you're acting like you don't care about the baby."

"I'm thinking about Callie."

"You don't think I care?!" Arizona asked. She was sick of Mark trying to take over.

"This is my best friend's baby!"

Arizona shook her head. "You're not being rational," he said.

"Oh, you never wanted this. You never asked for it. Why the hell are you giving some opinion on what you..."

Arizona finally had enough. She snapped. "No, no, no! You know what I didn't ask for? I didn't ask for you, Mark. Because you know what you are. You're just her friend. I mean, this is me and this is Callie, and we're together, so I say..."

"No! You don't get a say. You're nothing. This is Callie's baby. You're the one who's nothing!"

"Mark!"

****

Addison walked over to Mark. She sighed. "Why don't you go over there and make peace? You both love Callie," she told him.

"There's nothing left to say."

Before anything, Callie started to flatline. Addison and Mark ran in. "What happened?" Mark asked.

Addison sighed. "Her pressure is bottoming out. Belly's tight as a drum. Flash pulmonary edema. Her lungs are full of fluid. Abdominal compartment syndrome. She's bleeding out. Alert and OR that we're on our way down," she said.

****

Bella, Grace, Mark and Arizona were sitting in the gallery. Grace held onto Bella's hand. Arizona sighed. "We should say a prayer. She would want us to pray," she told them.

Mark nodded. "I haven't stopped praying since yesterday," he said. He looked over to Bella. "Go and get something to eat."

"I'm waiting here. Until I know they're both okay," Bella said. She looked to Grace. "Are you okay?"

All of a sudden, Addison was taking the baby out. Mark and Arizona ran from the gallery down into the OR. gripped Chloe's hand.

The two friends heard them say that Callie's heartbeat was strong. Bella sighed in relief. Grace looked to her. "Are you okay?"

"I think I've heard that question so much today. I'm as okay as I can be," Bella said. She looked to her. "You need to take it easy too. You're doing to pop soon. And then I'll have another baby to spoil."

Grace smiled. "I'm okay. Trust me. I'm going to get my man and then we're going home. Go home too. Take Maddy and Mark."

****

Mark walked into the apartment. He saw Bella wasn't on the sofa. So he walked into the bedroom. He saw her asleep on the bed with Madelyn.

Mark sighed and picked up his sleeping daughter. He held her close. "Daddy has missed you so much princess. He never wants to go so long without you again," he said.

Bella yawned as she woke up. "Babe?" She mumbled. She sat up. "Is Callie okay?"

Mark nodded. "She woke up. Next week, we're going to get married. I promise. I don't care about who's there or who's not. I wanna marry you. I want to make you my wife."

Bella smiled and nodded. But would things go as smoothly as they both hoped?

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