--- HAPPY HOLIDAYS! ---

I did it! I updated all three fics at the same time! I thought I couldn't do it... I realized just how hard it is to write three fics all at the same time... Multi-tasking to the max! But I was really dead-set on doing this for you guys since it's christmas and all... So... Here goes... And again, happy holidays! Cheers!

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A/N: As much as I wanted it to be Mark's number... It just can't be... And accident broken phone in the crash. So no way of contacting anyone else but whoever is on that phonebook... And it's...

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Chapter 3

It's a known fact that telling lies is inevitable. If someone would tell you that he has never lied in his life, then he is a liar. It's as simple as one, two, three. EVERYBODY lies. Some people just do too much of it…

Christina Yang was 5 minutes late. She ran out of the locker room and followed suit Dr. Bailey's entourage of bustling interns. Her ringing phone made her stop in her tracks. She pulled it out and was about to answer it when Dr. Bailey called her attention.

"Dr. Yang!"

"Oh shit," Christina panicked and dropped her phone on the desk.

"Does it look like I have all day?" Bailey glared at her.

"No, Dr. Bailey," Christina shook her head and immediately ran towards Bailey, completely forgetting her phone lying on the desk.

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Mark whistled a happy tune as he walked down the halls. There was nothing specific to be happy about but he just felt like it. It's been a little over two weeks since Meredith left without another word. Mark felt a little sad, knowing that he wouldn't be able to rub their little affair on Derek's face.

He passed by the nurses' counter and winked at the little blonde nurse who was obviously looking at him. He stopped in his tracks and decided to flirt a little with the nurse. He leaned on the counter and flashed the nurse a dazzling smile. He was about to say something when he got distracted by the ringing phone near him. Being who he is, he shrugged and picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Yang? We're calling from Sacred Heart Hospital in New York, it's about Meredith Grey."

"Meredith?" Mark's eyebrow upped an inch. He looked at the nurse who was observing him and he turned around and walked a bit farther from the counter.

"Is this Dr. Yang?"

"She's currently unavailable right now, but I could relay a message," Mark lied.

"Meredith Grey was in a car accident."

"Is she alright?" Mark asked.

"She's in a coma right now, sir. It's been two days. We managed to retrieve Dr. Yang's number from Miss Grey's purse. Dr. Grey's mother is currently unavailable so we called Dr. Yang."

"Sacred Heart Hospital, you say?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll relay the message to Dr. Yang as soon as possible," Mark replied as he pressed the red button of the phone. He looked at it for a second and started to press the buttons one by one until the message 'recent call list erased' appeared.

He was going back to New York City.

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NEW YORK

"Dr. Sloan!" a not so familiar face smiled at Mark.

"Do I know you?" Mark asked.

"I was a nurse at your clinic," the woman answered with a smile.

"I'm sorry," Mark shook his head. "I don't remember you."

The woman's smile faltered. Mark couldn't care less.

"Could you tell me Meredith Grey's room number?"

"Dr. Grey?"

"Yeah," Mark nodded. "I'm visiting."

"Could you hold on a second," the nurse picked up the phone and started to speak with someone on the other end of the line in a hush voice. She kept sneaking glances at Mark, which was making him a bit uncomfortable. After about a minute, the nurse placed down the phone receiver and looked at Mark. "Dr. Poon's coming down in a few seconds, Dr. Sloan."

"Okay," Mark nodded.

After a few minutes of waiting, a doctor approached Mark and shook his hand.

"I'm Dr. Poon, Dr. Grey's resident," Dr. Poon introduced his self.

"How is she?" Mark asked with fake sympathy.

"She hasn't woken up, I'm afraid," Dr. Poon shook his head. "Would you like to see her?"

Mark nodded and started to follow Dr. Poon down to Meredith's room.

She looked so small amidst all the machines that were all hooked to her. Mark was taken back a little, afraid to walk inside the room. He soon regretted his decision of flying back to New York and try to be her saving grace. There was no grace in him. He was a cold-hearted soulless man.

"Mr. Sloan?"

"Doctor Sloan," Mark corrected Dr. Poon. He quickly rolled his eyes and scolded himself in being so self-centered right at that moment.

"Dr. Sloan," Dr. Poon corrected himself.

"How long has she been unconscious?" Mark finally mustered up the courage to step inside the room completely and stand beside her bed. His eyes were fixated in her closed ones. A part of him wished that they'd open and he'd see her green eyes going into slits as she threw evil glares at him. Just like the last time they saw each other.

"Three days," Dr. Poon informed him. "If you want, you could talk to her attending physicians."

"How many physicians does it need for a one patient?" Mark asked, raising his eyebrow.

"There's her neurosurgeon… Her OB-gynecologist…"

"Woah, wait, hold up. Her what?" Mark's eyebrow hitched up more.

"Umm," Dr. Poon suddenly realized something and looked at Mark with suspicion. "Exactly what is your relationship with Dr. Grey, Dr. Sloan?"

Mark looked at Dr. Poon and then at Meredith. He knew he was going to be forced out of her room if he told Dr. Poon the truth. He couldn't be her saving grace if he backed out now. He gave out a sigh and looked at Meredith's resident.

"I'm her fiancée."

Lying is something that could be avoided. But sometimes, we have to make a choice on whether or not we go through lying or not…

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-grins proudly-