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𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ
𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐞𝐫
There's this thing about being a surgeon, maybe it's pride or maybe it's just about being tough, but a true surgeon never admits they need help unless absolutely necessary.
Surgeons don't need to ask for help, 'cause they're tougher than that. Surgeons are cowboys, rough around the edges, hard-core.
At least, that's what they want you to think.
The next day, Mallory Shepherd got to the hospital early. She was walking around with Richard Webber and Derek Shepherd, listening as they talked about different hospital aspects. When they turned a corner, they saw Erica Hahn standing at the nurse's station, waiting for Richard.
"Erica Hahn," Richard greeted her with a handshake. "First day."
"Oh, first day indeed," Erica Hahn nodded back in response. "And a mountain of paperwork to prove it."
"Derek Shepherd, you know Erica Hahn," Richard turned to Derek and Mallory, who stood next to him, gesturing to them both. "And this is Mallory Shepherd, his younger sister, one of our finest residents."
Derek nodded as he said. "You're the new Burke."
"I've heard good things," Mallory added with a smile. "I've heard that you're hard-core. Cristina's gonna love that."
Mark Sloan walked up next, smirking as he always did. Richard gestured to him next as he introduced them. "And this is Doctor Mark Sloan, head of plastics. Sloan, this is Erica Hahn."
"Ah," Mark shook her hand. "The new Burke."
"Welcome," Derek told her, before he grabbed Mark by the shoulder. "Excuse us."
As the three of them stepped aside and continued down the hall, Erica Hahn only raised a brow, curious as she watched them. Mallory walked with Mark and Derek down the hallway, and once they were away from Richard, Derek mentioned the gentlemen's evening.
With furrowed brows, Mark questioned. "What exactly is a gentlemen's evening?"
"Exactly, Mark," Mallory smirked in response, crossing her arms against her chest. "That is the question I wanted to ask you since Derek obviously doesn't know."
"I don't know," Derek shrugged his shoulders. "It's an evening with gentlemen."
"And strippers?"
"There it is," Mallory's smile widened as she pointed at Mark. "That is what everyone thinks when they hear gentlemen's evening."
