"Meredith?" Bailey called from the doorway. She looked up as Bailey walked in and took the seat beside her. "Meredith, he's spleen has ruptured. We need to take him into surgery."

"Okay." She said quietly signing the consent form.

"Is there anyone else we can contact?"

"He has a mother… out and New York, but I don't know how to get in contact with her."

"Meredith, you should go home and get some rest for the sake of the baby."

She shook her head. "I want to stay here with Mark. I'll try to find away to get in contact with his mother."

Bailey sighed shaking her head at her former intern's stubbornness. "Try to get some rest. He will be fine. He would want you to sleep some."

Meredith smiled at her a slightly forced sad smile. "I'll try."

"Good." She stood up. "You have to do right by that baby."

Meredith nodded rubbing her stomach. "Are you taking him into surgery now?"

"Yeah. We can't wait."

She nodded knowing this herself. Standing up, she kissed his cheek as Bailey kicked the breaks off. A tear rolled off her cheek as a nurse helped Bailey wheel him out of the room.

"He'll be fine, Meredith." She reassured her before walking away.

Meredith let out a sigh pushing her bangs back out of her face.

She thought about weather or not she should call his mother. When he was a child his parents were distant, much like her mother. But after his father died of liver cancer when he was eighteen, he and his mom had gotten close. They still talked on a regular basis, but she had never met her. Mrs. Sloan had ever come to Seattle and Meredith wondered if she would even be attending the wedding. It didn't seem like she had much interest in Meredith probably because she was so used to Mark and his old ways of sleeping around and thought that their relationship would end up being a really long fling like she never expects them to actually get down the aisle. But none the less, she was Mark's mother.

She contemplated for a second, before digging through Mark's jacket. She located his cell phone which was blinking three missed calls. Two were from her and one was from the Chief. She exited out of the message and scrolled through his contacts. She noticed Alex's, Christina's, George's, Izzie's, and her own among other names of doctors and people she didn't know. Finally the light landed on Mom. She noticed one said Mama Shepherd and one said Mom. She had heard Mark refer to Derek's mother as Mama Shepherd before which made sense since Derek and he had grown up brothers. She hit call on the entry 'Mom' and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" A voice came. "Markie?"

"Um, Mrs. Sloan?"

"This is she."

"Mrs. Sloan, this is Meredith Grey. Your son's fiancé."

"Meredith, we finally speak. What can I do for you?"

"Mark was in an accident. He's in critical condition and in surgery for a ruptured spleen right now."

"Markie was in an accident? Oh my god." She gasped. "Is he going to be okay?"

"We still aren't sure, but… I just wanted to let you know. I can keep you posted or do what ever you want me to do."

"No… I'm going to round up the girls and everyone and we'll head out there."

It took a second for that to soak in. "Here to Seattle? Here?"

"Of course. We want to be there for Mark."

"Uh, yes… Okay."

"We'll get plan tickets and… let you know as soon as possible. Would there be anyway you will be able to pick us up?"

She looked horrified as she looked around the room. "If I can't then I can certainly find one of my friends who can."

"Good… Let me know if anything changes."

"I will."

"Bye-bye."

"Bye." She hung up the phone falling back in the seat. "Great."

"Just what I need. And who the hell is 'the girls?' Mark is an only child." She thought silently cursing herself for calling.