"Do you want an ambulance? At least let me come and get you." Derek had asked over the phone. It was a pretty quiet evening with nothing major going on; all he needed to do was check on a couple of post-op patients.

"No need, I'm here already. A neighbour brought me here while I was talking to you." He heard a voice sound from behind him. He turned round and saw a young girl who was no taller than 5" 3 standing in front of him with black eyes, bleeding nose and a jaw that was quite clearly broken. Immediately he paged Sloan and Torres who came running when they got a 911 page. Well Torres did, Sloan was a bit caught up with a certain intern in a certain on-call room on a certain 3rd floor.

"Good lord what happened to you?!" Callie shrieked when she saw Zoey's face covered in blood.

"Her boy-" Derek started before Zoey, who said she was mugged, interrupted him. Derek just stared at her. That was the same excuse she had used the first time she was checked in to Seattle Grace Hospital. She had told Derek what really happened then so why wasn't she being honest now? He figured he would find that out later.

"Well they did you up really bad. Did you call the cops?" Callie asked.

"No, I didn't think there was much point. They had drunk a lot." Zoey explained, mainly aiming the last sentence at Derek hoping he'd get the idea.

"How do you that?" Callie questioned.

"Oh I could smell it on their breath. They wouldn't have done it if they hadn't been drinking in the first place … I assume." She added when she saw the confused look on Callie's face. Derek put them together and shook his head.

"Let's get her in to an OR, this needs to be sorted quickly before there's too much damage. I'm going to need to do a MRI scan to make sure there's no damage to the brain. Are you going to be ok with that?" he asked Zoey who simply nodded. She hated coming up to the actual hospital. She was more than happy to work at the Day Care Centre downstairs but when it came to the actual bit where sick people went to, she froze. She never really spoke to any of the doctors or nurses, in fact other than Derek who she had known for 5 years from New York and the doctors who treated her (last time it was Dr. Hahn when Justin had punched her in her stomach), she didn't even know who worked there.

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Mark Sloan laid on the most uncomfortable bed imaginable. The pillow was thin and the sheets were itchy, yet he and Lexie just laid there together not noticing the pricks in their backs. Mark's pager kept going off which he eventually looked at when it beeped for the 5th time. When he saw the 911 he jumped up and pulled his scrubs back on.

"What's the matter?" Lexie asked him.

"I got a 911. I'll catch you up later ok?" He quickly kissed her on the head and left Lexie to her own devices. He sprinted out the door and over to a patients room where Callie was waiting for him with Christina Yang and one other Intern. Within seconds Lexie bounded up towards them, tying her hair up in a ponytail. Mark had figured they had just paged her.

"Mark where were you? Actually don't want to know." They all walked in to the room where Zoey laid. "Right who's presenting?"

The other intern who Mark didn't know but knew him as 2 seeing that's what Yang called him stood forward and said, "Zoey Heart has a broken nose and a fractured jaw. She has been taken in for head scans which came back negative."

Mark perked up at the name Zoey Heart and wondered where he knew that name. It sounded so familiar but he figured it was probably a name of an old patient or someone on a television show. It wasn't exactly a rare name, Zoey Heart. "Ok Grey, what are the procedures?" He heard Callie as the Lexie. Usually he would have paid attention to what she said but right at that moment he just couldn't shift the nagging feeling that he knew her from somewhere. At that moment Derek entered the room to inform everyone that the OR was prepped and ready.

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A couple of hours had passed and the surgery was a success. Zoey was asleep in the recovery room where she would remain for a couple of days a week tops. Mark was looking over he chart when Derek approached him. "You seem very distracted. Who is she?" Derek teased.

"That's what I want to know." Mark answered him, in an inquiring tone.

"What? Mark if you don't know how is anyone else going to?"

"I was hoping you could tell me that."

Derek looked at him like he had lost his mind. When he asked Mark if he had, Mark explained about how he thought he knew the patient from somewhere. Derek sighed. He knew exactly how he knew her but couldn't quite bring himself to tell him. He knew he should seeing as Zoey would be devastated if he walks in to her room without a second thought about what happened 5 years ago in a New York bar.