Chapter 23: What the Fuck is Going On?

"What the fuck is going on?" the loud yell emitting such volume it could be heard through the hard wooden door that separated Derek from Meredith who was sleeping

"Don't yell." Derek snapped. He was tired. He felt like complete shit and probably smelt like it, not having showered for a few days since.

"I can fucking yell if I want to Derek. I just received a call from Parker telling me his ass was going to the slammer once he was well enough to leave the hospital. Now, I want to know what the fuck that dumb shit is saying about jail...and why the fucking hell is he in the hospital?"

"He didn't tell you?" Not Mark, not the Chief, not anybody could snap his temper at the moment. He shouldn't have to be the one to listen to Mark Sloan yell like the jack ass he was over the phone.

"Obviously not. Since you know why don't you fill me in, you didn't bother to contact me in the first place."

"He's practically your brother too."

"No! He is not my brother. He is yours who is lying in a hospital bed hand cuffed to the railings, his door guarded by two very large police officers."

"Police!" he cried, "Why the fuck is he involved with the police now?"

"Better the police than me beating the shit out of that asshole." he snapped.

"What has gotten into you?" Mark asked.

"Nothing. Nothing has gotten into me, but you know what has gotten into my girlfriend? Parker. That son of a bitch forced himself onto my girlfriend not once, but fucking twice!" he screamed, not caring about the wandering eyes staring at him while he fought into his tiny cell phone.

"Come on, Parker would never do that. Your girlfriend, whoever she is, is probably lying."

"She is not lying!"

"Oh come on man, women these days are fucking whores. They want cock and they will get it. Don't blame Parker for banging your girlfriend. I think it is safe to assume that she wanted to be fucked-"

"You shut up. You have no fucking idea what is going on."

"Obviously I don't, you're going to sacrifice Parker for some bitch?"

"No."

"Finally, I got throu-"

"I'm willing to have him rot in hell for hurting the love of my life."

"Shep-"

"See you soon Mark. I'm sure you want to visit your brother before he spends his long life behind bars."

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