What They Didn't See
A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to thank my reviewers, and say that even if it takes a while for updates, I won't abandon this story. I started writing it because I felt there were not enough Mer/Mark stories. I am writing this for myself just as much as for you guys. FYI: If I get reviews, follows, and favs, I am more likely to update faster.
Chapter 2: Clueless
About two hours later, I was rudely awakened from my surprisingly peaceful sleep. It was time for work. I walked downstairs while putting up my hair, and grabbed a slice of the two day old leftover pizza. As I ate my slice, I checked my phone for messages, and saw that Izzie had texted to let me know that everyone else was at the hospital to help with Jo.
'Why would Jo be in the hospital?' I thought to myself. Anyway, I let Iz know I was on my way, and then I opened the text from Mark wishing me a good day and morning, saying that he would have called, but the time difference meant he would have been waking me up almost before I went to sleep. I replied thanks and wished him luck too. I also informed him that I would talk to him at lunch.
The drive to the hospital was short, and passed too quickly for my liking. I was now back at the place where I let myself be broken. When I walked into the locker room everyone turned to look at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Where have you been?" Cristina asked. "I needed to talk to you!"
"Well I needed time to think, and as to where I've been, I have been at home sleeping" I retorted. "Now what's this rumor I hear about Jo being in the hospital? I saw him last night and he was fine."
"Well, after you left he collapsed, and we brought him here. He has to have a stand still brain surgery, and he will have to sell the bar to afford it." She informed snidely.
"Oh… well is that all you had to talk to me about?"
"You know, no its not, but whatever," she snarked waking out.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"She waited at Jo's for you last night until Jo collapsed," Iz informed me.
"Well, we didn't have plans, and she didn't call, so not my fault." I said walking out to meet Bailey for rounds.
As I arrived at the nurses station with the rest of the interns, Bailey started giving out orders. I ignored her until she called out mine. "Grey, you are very popular. There's been a special request for you from Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd"
"Yes ma'am" I replied absentmindedly and went off in search of the she-Shepherd while ignoring Bailey's stupefied look. As I walked up to Addison, she was asking Burke if he had secured the intern she requested.
"Yes, he has," I replied coming to a stop in front of her. She smirked at me in a way that said she was going to make my life a living hell.
'You can try all you want, but as long as I have Mark to help, you can't hurt me' I thought.
"Come on, we got a case," Addison called walking down the hall.
I followed her to the room. and she brought up the fact that I slept with her husband.I stayed quiet. I worked on the patient and tried to be kind and respectful, but it just kept getting harder and harder. The final straw was when she asked for a new doctor because she didn't want a person who slept with someone else's husband. I just walked away, ignored Addison, and went to sit alone in a supply closet.
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to talk to someone, anyone. The other interns hate me right now, and I know no one else. That's when my phone rang, it was Mark. I quickly answered.
"Death! How've you been today? I am about to be on lunch break right now," he practically squealed, but in a manly way I assure you.
"It's been awful. I really need to talk to someone, and I had forgotten about you, and-," I informed him and was rudely interrupted.
"What!? How could you possibly forget perfect ole me?! I am like the most amazing person in the world! Well, next to you of course," he said in a scandalized voice.
"Of course not! I would never! And I am glad you can admit I am better than you."
"How could an intern be better than a nationwide famous plastic surgeon if not worldwide famous plastic surgeon? Well, come on Death, tell me everything you wanted to talk about, cause I have some time on my hands, and I am bored to tears almost. All I ever get is boob jobs for the already beautiful people. I could use my talents to help people who are hurt and need reconstructive surgery, but that never happens in New York anymore," he complained childishly.
"Okay, my favorite bartender is currently in the hospital for a stand still brain surgery that will cost him his bar. I also happened to have seen him shortly before he collapsed last night, so I feel like I should have known that something was wrong. Also, my kinda best-friend is mad at me for not being at the bar last night even though she never asked me to be there or let me know she'd be there. She acts like I don't have problems of my own, and is getting mad because I can't read minds. Then I get assigned to the wife of the man I thought loved me. Oh, and even better, the patient is the victim of adultery, and hates my guts. I bet His wife is comparing notes about their husbands dirty mistresses. Why oh why did I let you convince me not to off myself?" I rambled slash ranted at him.
"Death, baby, I wish I could be there to give you a nice big hug to make it all better. And you let me convince you because you know you don't really want to die. You just want to escape the pain caused by the people around you. I helped you escape it for a little while, so you agreed not to off yourself as you put it," he reminded me.
"I wish you were here too. Is there anyway you can help from you fancy-schmancy private practice in New York?
"I can try but can you answer some questions so I have more information? Does your ex-guy work at your hospital like his wife? And what do you mean your kinda-best-friend, and does that have anything to do with the so called friends from last night?"
" Yeah he works for the same hospital. He's actually relatively new here. My kinda-best-friend is the one that knows the most about me. Admittedly not much, but more than anyone else. And yes, she is the closest of my so called friends. There are three others in that club too," I answered.
"Damn girl! You know how to pick'em," Mark replied to the first part of my answer. "And as for your kinda-best-friend, if she is angry for stupid reasons, and she doesn't understand you cut her loose. Also if she is the best one of you so called friends, maybe you should lose them too. It will only hurt you in the long run if you surround yourself with people who refuse to or can't understand you."
"In my defense the one night stand part was before I was an intern, and his first day at my hospital was my first day too," I defended my bad luck with men.
"God must hate you. You sleep with your boss before he's really your boss, you didn't know he would become your boss, and then he ends up married. You really do have the worst luck," he jested.
"I know. I don't know what I have done to earn so much bad karma, but I have it by the tons," I agreed.
"I am starting to understand why you wish you had the luck of the boy-who-lived now," he teased.
"Shit… I had hoped you forgot about that piece of my ramblings. You caught me I am a closet potter-head. Silencio! Now you can't reveal my secrets… Mwhahahahaha!" I laughed, quite evilly if I do say so myself.
"One your evil laugh sucks. Two your luck can't be all bad because you met me. Three, you are not magical, so if I wanted to I could spill all your secret," he replied self importantly.
"You are so full of yourself, and you wouldn't spill my secrets, you love me!" I teased back.
"Damn straight! You are correct on all accounts. Now back to your kinda-best-friend, does she know more about you than me?" he returned to the more important subjects of our conversation.
" Well, no, but that's because right now you are just some guy I called randomly. Someone I can pretend is not real which makes it okay that you know so much about me. Because even if you judge me, there is only so much you can do to me without being here. So even though you know me, you can't hurt me," I informed him.
"That's a pretty morbid outlook Death. But I would never judge you. You have had enough judgement from those who claim to be your friends or those who don't even know you," he replied in a loving voice.
"STOP!" I yelled through my phone.
"Stop what?" He asked confused.
"Stop making me wish you were here. Stop making me care about you, and most of all; stop caring about me, you will only get hurt," I replied brokenly.
"I can handle a little pain. You are a friend, and you need me," he told me.
"Thanks Angel. I have to get back to work, but I want to continue this at lunch. Now go save some lives," I ordered him.
"I just did. I saved the most important life already today," he said in a serious voice. "Talk to you at lunch."
While continuing work until lunch, I thought about my conversation with Mark. My Angel has made me realize something; people should not be called friends if they are clueless about each others' problems. He made me realize that I have one true friend; him.
A/N: I will try really hard to post soon, but if I were to get to 10 reviews and 15 follows and 5 favs, I would make this story first priority. Above even eating. SO… that means review, follow, and fave. :) I should post within two weeks if I don't get the reviews, follows, and favs.