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'baby what have you had to eat today?',
Mark asked me as he walked into the viewing box to see me by myself partially watching the surgery whilst also catching up on paperwork and readings I missed whilst I was off,
'I had breakfast and about three coffees',
I said not taking my eyes off of the piece of paper in my hand, I could feel a disapproving look on me, he moved closer towards me,
'y/n are you serious?',
Mark said to me, he went to sit down next to me but I had stuff everywhere. I quickly lent over and grabbed my stuff, Mark quickly grabbed my arm stopping me,
'I'm taking it you don't want a seat to sit in then?',
I said to him slightly confused but more so annoyed, he shook his head and me before removing one hand from my arm. He pointed at me stomach,
'y/n what is that? and don't tell me you're fine because I can see the blood',
Mark said, I looked at him confused before looking down. I quickly put my stuff down and stood up lifting my shirt,
'y/n you're stitches have definitely ripped open; come on let's go fix them and then go home because I am not letting you operate today okay?',
Mark said to me, I looked up at smiled at him,
'I let you fix them on two conditions',
I said to him, he looked at me confused folding his arms waiting for me to continue,
'firstly you bring out your best plastic surgery stitches because you know how much I don't want a scar and secondly we don't go home instead I scrub in on all your surgeries so you can keep an eye on me',
I said to him, Mark paused to think about it for a minute,
