Moments [Mark Sloan]

Chapter .09

Melody

I have a bad feeling.

My stomach isn't sitting right and I've been throwing up all morning. To clear my conscious, I did a pregnancy test and it came back negative.

Thank god.

I don't need a baby right now.

But when bad things are coming, I can feel it. This exact same thing happened to me when I was sixteen when my father passed away. I knew something bad was going to happen that day, I just knew it.

Something bad is going to happen.

And I hate the fact that I don't know what bad thing is going to happen.

It will either be to me, or someone I know.

"Hey!" A loud knock on the bathroom door caused me to almost jump out of my skin, "I need the bathroom, hurry up." Alex was on the other side of the door, knocking and banging.

I was currently sitting in one of Meredith's bathroom, puking my guts up so to say, "Go use Mer's bathroom! I'm going to be a while!" I shouted back, hugging the toilet seat, praying to whatever God that could hear me to help me stop throwing up.

"Come on! Meredith cooked and I can't handle the smell."

Uh oh.

Him mentioning the smell made me even more sick. It was like as soon as he mentioned the smell it came wafting into the bathroom from underneath the door, causing me to throw up anything else that was left in my system.

The knocking stopped after I about threw up my lung.

I'm assuming Alex heard.

Two minutes later the door unlocked and entered Izzie who was holding water, saltine crackers, and the key to the door that sat on top of the frame.

"God, you look like death."

"Jezz, thanks." I mumbled, taking a deep breath to calm my nausea.

She sat the contents beside me and patted me on the back, "Want me to tell them you're not coming in?"

I shook my head, standing up, "No, no. I just, I need anti-nausea medication. I ate something bad last night." I lied through my teeth. I don't need Izzie thinking I'm some crazy with my bad feeling. Plus, it's the only logical answer.

"You need a banana bag." I could hear Derek's voice behind me, leading me to groan, "Come on, let's get you to the hospital."

***

"Ow."

Pause.

"Ow."

Pause.

"Ow!" I shouted looking down at my arm to the intern I didn't know the name of, "Do you know how to stick someone?" I snapped as he had just stabbed me four times with no good reason, "Can you even find a vein? Who the hell taught-"

"Move." The two of us look over to our right to see Sloan with his arms crossed. I haven't talked to him in four days since his little incident in the on-call room.

The intern nodded, handing Mark the butterfly needle before scrambling off somewhere else. I was sitting on an empty E.R. bed feeling worse than this morning. Maybe this isn't just one of my feelings...

"Hey," I breathed looking at Mark, trying to get his eyes to met mine but he only stuck me with a needle and checked my banana bag, making sure it was working correctly, "are you alright?"

I watched his facial expressions, blank, unbothered.

He was wearing his tight leather jacket and jeans I felt like I've seen him in a million times. Plus, it never gets old, but his attitude is getting old right about now.

"Are you okay? You're pale." He didn't even look at me, he was focused on my banana bag.

"Bad food." I dismissed, "Are you okay? You haven't been answering any of my calls, texts, and I'm sounding really pathetic right now. Look, what happened?" I'm filled with concern and worry but he just bushed it off like it's nothing. Mark's eyes finally met with mine, and as quickly as he opened his mouth, he closed it, and walked away, "Sloan. Doctor Sloan! Mark!"

What got his panties in a twist?

God, I'm so annoyed with him right now.

Asshole.

"Tyler, what the hell are you doing taking up a bed in my E.R.?" Doctor Bailey hissed behind me. I could already feel her death glare on the back of my head.

I slowly turn around, having a sharp pain in my stomach as I turn.

This might be more than just nerves.

"My abdominal is tender and I've been throwing up all morning. I'm hot, sweaty, all of the above. Doctor Bailey I feel like garbage, and an intern stabbed me like four times and I don't think I can take this right now." I blurted, as if admitting all of that was my big secret, but it did feel good getting off my chest. She narrowed her eyes at me, "And I'm not pregnant, if that makes you feel any better."

"Lay back." She huffed as I followed her instructions. As she pressed on my stomach, making me flinch every time, Doctor Hunt walked over looking at me, confused.

"Doctor Tyler, are you okay?" He genuinely sounded worried, which surprised me because we have only talked two times up until this point. He is very kind though.

Bailey responded for me before I could even get a word out, "We are going to need to run some tests but, I think its appendicitis."

My face and mood completely fell at her response, "No, there's no way. I have back to back surgery's today Doctor Bailey. I can't be the one having surgery. I have to preform!"

She shrugged grabbing a chart and writing down my name on the top, "Looks like you'll be playing patient today."

***

"Good morning." My eyes slowly opened as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

All I remember is getting put on a morphine drip and then nothing.

It seems the morphine did it's job.

I whined looking over to my side to see Izzie sitting in the chair beside me, holding my hand.

I furrow my brows sitting up in my bed as a slice of pain went through my stomach, "You're acting like I'm dying. Have you been here the whole time?"

Izzie softly smiled with a nod.

Something is off with her.

"What's a matter? You look all..gloomy. It's depressing really, not good for hospital moe-joe." I cracked a joke trying to make her feel better, but I'm obviously not the funniest person in the world.

The blonde sighed, squeezing my hand, "I hate to tell you this when you just woken up from surgery, but I have to get it off my chest." Her face held some type of tension I have never seen before making my heart drag.

I felt bad. I hated seeing friends in such distress, "It's okay." I whispered, placing my other hand on top of hers, "What's a matter?"

Izzie took a deep breath and looked me right in the eye, "I have stage four metastatic melanoma, skin cancer."

It felt as if the whole world stopped turning. All the phones stopped ringing at the nurses station, and all the footsteps from the doctors disappeared as I looked at Izzie.

"Oh my god."

I guess my feelings weren't wrong after all.