"Did you look at it yet?" I asked Katie nervously.

"No. I thought you should see it before me."

"I don't know if I want to see it."

"See what?" came the voice of the chief of women's care.

"Nothing," Katie and I replied simultaneously, as Katie hid the lab results behind her.

"If you say so. Bramwell, get back to work. Mrs. Bryson is complaining that her pain meds aren't strong enough. When are you going to learn to check your pager?"

"I…uh…"

"I'm sorry," I interrupted. "She was on assignment for me. Go check on your patient, Dr. Bramwell. Those test results can wait."

"Well, here they are in case you want to see them for yourself," she handed me my own test results as if they belonged to a patient.

"Thanks," she hurried down the hall, a frightened look on her face.

"What don't you want to see? What kind of interesting patient do you have for me, Addison?"

"Nothing you'd be interested in, I'm sure."

"Mmmhmm," she made a tsk sound in the back of her throat. "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"It's just a pregnancy test for a confused and frightened girl."

"Would that girl's name happen to be Montgomery-Shepherd?"

My mouth hanging open, I stared at my chief, unable to comprehend what had just been said. I stammered and coughed a bit. I had almost decided I could hold my own in this battle when my stomach started feeling a little queasy.

"Answer me, Addison."

"Y…yes…"

"Mmmhmm," tsktsk. "Is it Mark's or Derek's?"

"Well, that's actually what this test is supposed to tell me. I'm not quite sure."

"Addison, you need to take care of this little situation."

"I'm trying."

"Might I suggest you try harder and begin by telling the truth…" it was a command more than a question.

"Well, I…I…uh…" I swallowed, trying to fight the awful sensation in my stomach.

"Spit it out."

And so I did. I threw up on my boss's shoes just as Mark rounded the corner. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me in what could only be described as abject horror. It took him a moment to figure out what had just happened, then he ran over and pulled me into his arms. Chief Sarah Harper, on the other hand, stomped off grumbling about how expensive her shoes had been.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I…" I trailed off just as Mark placed a trashcan under my face.

"Addie?"

He turned me to face him, and I began to cry. He rubbed my back and sat down with me on the bottom of a bunk in the on-call room. It was then that I realized I was still clutching the paper that would change the lives of two of the people I loved the most. Nausea swept over me again, but I kept it under control.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered before the tears began again.

"Shhh, baby, it's okay. We'll work this out."

"I don't know who the daddy is!" I wailed.

"It's either me or Derek, though. Right?" he sounded worried.

"Yes, you jackass. It's one of you. I'm just not sure which one."

"Well, let's go get a paternity test. How far along are you?"

"Twelve weeks. And the paternity test is right here in my hand."

"Who's the father? Wait, how did you get DNA? No, don't answer that."

"Don't answer which question? I haven't looked at the results yet."

"Oh. How did you…no…still don't want to hear the answer. Look at the paper, Addie! I'm curious!"

"You're curious? How do you think I feel? The baby is growing in my body, and I'm not even sure who she belongs to!" I screeched at Mark.

"She?"

"Well, I won't know the sex for a while, but…"

"Look at the paper!"

"Okay. I'm looking."

"Who? Who? Addie, you have to tell me!"

"I think I have to throw-up again!"

Mark pulled the nearest trashcan closer to us, but the feeling went away. I looked at the results again, to make sure I wasn't seeing things. So many things were turning through my mind, so I decided I needed to get out.

"Addie?" he called after me. "Addie! Are you okay? ADDISON!"

When he came after me, I kept running. I couldn't bear to face him just yet. I needed time to think about everything that was happening. I wanted to clear my head before telling him because I didn't want him to influence me in my decision making. I had to do what I wanted for me without worrying about what anyone else might think.

A/N: This is a little short, but I wanted to a short chapter with Mark's POV before continuing. That should be up soon.