He laid her down in the bed and took a couple steps back. His back rested against the wall.

What was he supposed to make of this?

So many questions filled his head. Like voices yelling questions at him but he didn't know the answers. He couldn't hear his own thoughts.

"Has she moved on? She's having a baby? Oh god. Great doing Sloan. Leaving was your brightest move. DAMN IT."

He looked at Meredith once more before turning and walking out.

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The door shut and clicked into position. He slid down the wall his knees pulled up and his arms rested on them.

"She probably moved on and is happy with someone else." So many thoughts like this toyed with his brain and pulled at his heart. "Damn it." He kicked the chair sitting in front of him back against the wall. It caused a loud thud against the wall.

The door slowly opened and he looked up to see Christina standing there.

"Find another room." He said looking at the ground again.

"No, I need to talk to you." She said, trying to stay calm. She walked to the other wall and slid down it. She brought her knees up, too, and looked at him. "Why'd you leave?" He didn't say anything just fooled with his shoe lace. "Look at me, Sloan. Why did you leave? One girl wasn't enough?" She said sharply. He threw the shoe lace down and looked at her.

"What do you want from me, Yang? Do you want me to tell you that everyone was right about me? That I left because I wanted Mere to suffer while I go across the states to pick up some whore? Do you want me to tell you that I felt tied down and hated actually having sex with one girl?" Mark hissed. "Well, I can't. I didn't leave to see her suffer. I left so she wouldn't have to. She deserves better than me. Mark Sloan the manwhore who ruined his best friend's marriage. She deserves someone who won't fuck up everything he has going for him. But I did that anyway, right? You know what? I haven't had sex in months, since I left. Because, I love her and every time a girl hit on me I thought of Meredith. And, I wanted to come back but every time I wanted to… I remembered why I left. I was reminded of Addison and Derek and what I did to them. I couldn't do that to Mere. So no matter how much I wanted to come back to her, I reminded myself I could. I was unhappy so she could be happy. Maybe it stung at first for her but at least in the long run… she'd be happy. She'd find someone who could provide what I couldn't; someone who she deserves."

Christina sat there and took it all in.

"So what are you going to do now?" She asked simply.

"What do you mean? She's pregnant. She's moved on. I'm too late."

"She might be pregnant, but there is no way in hell she's moved on." With that she stood up. "She always cries. She cries at night. She thinks we can't here it, but we do." She walked out. He let out a frustrated groan and kicked the door shut.

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She peeled her eyes open and looked up at the bottom of the top bunk. Tears slowly started to form in her eyes. He was back and she told him she hated him. What the hell is wrong with her? She let out a long sigh. What was she suppose to do? He had a right to know and she knew he did. She wanted him to know, but he left once. What's to say he won't again?

She laid their and stared up trying to collect her thoughts.

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Addison walked down the hall receiving weird looks from everyone she passed. She straightened her salmon-colored scrubs and took off the scrub cap. She glanced at her watch and looked back up. A couple of nurses turned her head. She raised and eyebrow and continued down the hall. She got on the elevator and hit the button for the surgical floor deciding to check up on Meredith.

The door slid open revealing Mark. His head was lowered as he typed something on his phone.

"MARK!" She yelled in surprise. His head flew up as she got off the elevator.

"Addi?" He said and was about to hug her but only received a hit on the arm. "What the hell was that for?"

"What do you 'what was that for'? You left Meredith! You left my friend, so it gives me all rights to hit you."

"Your friend?" He said and followed her down the hall.

"Yes, my friend. We're friends. Has she seen you?"

"Yes," He sighed.

"Oh god. What happened?" She said.

"We ran into each other, literally ran into each other. We went into the on-call room and she started hitting me. She told me she hated me. Then, she fell asleep. I laid her down and walked out."

"Sloan, we've been friends for years, right?" He nodded. "Then listen to me, you have to talk to here."

"I know. I know, Addison. Contrary to popular belief, I love her."

"So you leave her?" Addison yelled.