This is my first Grey's fic, so please be kind and review!!
Disclaimer: Even though I wish I did, I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy, etc.
Izzie Stevens woke up with a slight headache as she tried to remember the events from the previous night. She slowly made her way out of the bed and looked around the unfamiliar room. There were no pictures or personal items to help her identify where and with whom she had spent the night. Instead, the room was plainly furnished and contained only the necessities. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black leather jacket was slung across a chair along with a stethoscope.
"Oh great," Izzie thought to herself, "I slept with a doctor. Please don't let him be someone I work with at the hospital."
Then, Izzie thought of another scenario. "What if I didn't sleep with a doctor, but a vet?" she mused, "Christina will never forgive me."
Soon, Izzie heard the sound of the shower turn off, and knew that she had a limited amount of time to decide whether or not she should leave. If she left now, Izzie would never find out who she slept with and the curiosity would slowly eat away at her. Suddenly, countless "what-if" possibilities went through her head.
"What if we didn't
use protection?"
"What if I'm pregnant?"
"What if I now have some kind of disease?"
However, if Izzie waited, she would be faced with the extremely uncomfortable situation of leaving and saying good-bye.
Indeed, she only had a few seconds before her bedmate walked out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his chiseled, well-defined body.
"Oh my God!" Izzie kept repeating in her head, unsure of what she should say or do, "Meredith and Christina will never let me forget this."
"I knew you couldn't resist me Stevens," smirked Mark Sloane as he emerged from the doorway.
So I know this chapter started off kind of slow and was short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Review and let me know what you thought!!!! I'll try and update again by the end of this week.