Yeah….It's been over a week. I feel awful. So, I don't know how to make it up to you. I guess by writing you a newchapter? In my defense I've been so busy with stuff for my school pageant, band stuff, exams, my birthday, and homework. But I am sorry. Here you go, though!

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.

Chapter 11

She sighed as she leaned back. Why was she so stupid? Why did she let it happen? For all she knew, the little girl was going to die. She didn't know what was going on. No one was keeping her informed. Sure, she knew that this was all her fault, and she probably would never be forgiven. But she still thought she deserved a chance to know what was going on. She heard footsteps going past. Heavy footsteps. She closed her eyes, trying to keep from anyone knowing she was actually there. The footsteps stopped outside of the room, and then slowly picked up the pace and entered the room. They stopped by the bed.

"Hanna? Wake up, I have to tell you something." She heard Mark Sloan say. She knew she couldn't let him know she was faking, because that's just…that's just wrong. She groaned softly, and rolled over onto her side. The IV machine beeped in protest, and she used the loud noise as an excuse to 'wake up'. She let her eyes flutter slowly open, and breathed in deep.

"Mr. Sloan? Why are you here?" She asked, faking grogginess.

"I just wanted to keep you updated." He said. When he saw Hanna nod sleepily, he continued. "April had to have facial reconstruction surgery. She pulled through, and she is going to be fine." Mark told her. Hanna suddenly blurted out what she had been holding in ever since he came into the room.

"It's all my fault. I knocked the lamp over, and I left it there. I was irresponsible. It's my fault you're here, and my fault your wife went into early labor. I just….I don't want you to hate me. But I know I deserve it. I mean I understand if you never call me back to ask to babysit again. It was stupid of me. I'm really dumb. Like….really—"

"Shut up." Mark cut her off with a grin. "You sound just like Lexie. She does that, too. That rambling thing. But just so you know, yeah. We might blame you. Yeah it might be a little upsetting. But we still appreciate you. Everyone makes stupid mistakes like that. Once, I overflowed the toilet and it flooded our whole house when I was young. I heard the toilet not flush, but I ignored it, and left the room. We had to stay in a motel for a week. What I'm trying to say is, yeah. You messed up. WHOAAA buddy, you messed up. But it's ok. We forgive you. No one died, if I recall. It's FINE. April is fine. You are fine." Mark said as he patted her shoulder gently. "It's ok. " He said as he turned and left. When he walked out of the room, it was then that Hanna actually slept. Because she knew. She knew that she was forgiven, and the weight of the world was lifted off of her shoulders.

/

Callie heard a knock on her door. She untangled herself from Arizona's sleeping form, and got up from the couch. She went to the door, and opened it. When she saw what it was, she literally gasped, and stumbled backwards.

"Addison, what's this?" Callie asked, shocked.

"I just, they told me I had to. I know it wasn't what you had in mind, I know you were expecting another few days. But I have to keep my job. I can't get fired." Addison said. Callie just stared on. "Ok, so where do you want him?" Addison asked, referring to the sleeping boy in her arms. Callie pushed the door open wider, and moved down the hallway, not checking to see if Addison was behind her.

"Unbelievable." Callie muttered as she went to the children's room. When she got there, she pushed open the door to reveal a very plain bedroom. White walls. Two beds, one with a green bedspread, one with a purple. A few toys lay scattered around the room. Truth be told, Callie had planned to get the kids stuff from Mark tomorrow. But for the time being, this is all she had. "There."She said curtly, pointing towards the green bed. Addison let Callie pull back the covers, and then placed Will in the bed. Addison stood up as she finished, and Callie pushed her aside.

"You have to tuck him in." She said, pulling the covers up over the sleeping boy, covering everything but his shoulders and his head. "Good thing you're not a mother." Callie said under her breath. But Addison heard. Her back stiffened, and she said, "Well, I should go." And immediately left without another word. Callie heard the front door close, not very quietly, and then she walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her, leaving it cracked a bit. She walked out and saw Arizona sitting up on the couch.

"What's happening, Calliope?" She said softly. Callie sighed.

/

Addison wiped her eyes as she left the apartment building. It's not like Callie was rude. She could be mean, but when she felt it was necessary. Callie had no idea how much what she said killed her.

'Good thing you're not a mother.' Addison heard the words echo through her mind as she cried. When she got to her car, she sat and fiddled with her keys, trying to calm down. She placed her hand on her stomach, and looked down at it. She thought about how much she needed her job, for the money. To be able to provide for any future family she may have. She sighed .

"Just you and me, I guess." She spoke softly to her belly.

/

Ileah looked into the hospital room. She felt a pang of guilt as she remembered what had happened. That she was to blame. But then she remembered her promise. She had to get dirt on Lexie. To hurt Mark. Something that would make him mad. Upset. Hurt. Ileah struggled with herself. 'IS this worth it?' She asked. She heard footsteps, and looked up to see who it was.

"Oh, you scared me." She said to the person.

"Sorry. But good work today. I'm glad that you got the job done. I knew you could do it. Here." The person said as they handed her a wad of cash. "Find something else. And there will be more of that." They pointed at the money. They smiled, and walked around the corner. Ileah sighed and looked down. She counted. They were $100's. 1, 2, 3…..8, 9, and 10. $1000. Ileah looked up once more at Lexie through the window.

"Dammit." She muttered, knowing she needed to trick the poor woman into more trouble.

/

Mark walked back into Lexie's room, and took in her sleeping form. She twitched slightly, and rolled over onto her side. Mark looked at how peaceful she was. She wasn't having a nightmare. Maybe a dream?

"Emily." She murmured. She was dreaming of being with Em. It broke Mark's heart. "I love you, Mark." She added. Mark smiled softly. He knew by the look on her face. How peaceful she was. He knew they had to get her better so they could be with their kids again. He had to do it.

Because of how happy she seemed. Happier than she had since they found out the news. He wanted that look on her face forever. He would do anything to keep it there.

And get those children back so her.

God, he loved her.

A/N: So, again, I apologize for not writing. I'm way sorry. Soooooo sorry.

So, review and let me know. Who do you think is paying off Ileah? How do you feel about Addison, now? Let me know your thoughts! And thanks for reading.