SURGEONS PARADISE ➼ Mark Sloan

𝟮𝟲. 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 (𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴)

Mia pouted as Mark got out of bed. She looked to him. "Why do you have to go? Do you not want to stay with me?" She mumbled. She was stroking Grace's hair as she chewed on her hand.

Mark smirked. "Doll I need a shower. And if I shower here, there's a good chance someone will walk in on me. And that someone will no doubt be Stevens," he told her.

"I have a bathroom right there. Shower here. And then you can crawl back into bed and keep us warm cause I hate Seattle when it's cold."

Mark rolled his eyes. "You win."

"I'm joking. You don't have to stay here for me you know. I'm winding you up," Mia said as she grinned.

Mark joined her in bed. He ran his hand over her cheek. "Don't ever tell me when I don't have to spend time with you doll. I love you," he said. He pulled Grace onto his lap.

"We love you too. You big softie," Bella mumbled against his lips.

But before anything could happen, the door opened and Esmè walked in. "I saw Meredith. Naked. And having sex with Derek."

Mia covered Grace's ears. She sat up. "You saw them having sex?" She asked.

"Well no. But she was naked. This was like two weeks ago. I mean, she told us they had broken up. But they were about to have sex. Or they had finished having sex. Either way. It was weird as fuck," she told them.

Mark rolled his eyes. "You two gossip a lot. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Mia and Esmè both looked to him. Bella raised her eyebrows. "Has anyone ever told you you're horny too much?"

Esmè picked up Grace and smiled. "No sex talk in front of Grace. I'll kidnap her if I have to," she said.

****

Mia was stood in the ER. She walked over to Webber. "What do we got?" She asked  as he looked to him.

"High school bus crash. Bunch of kids just came in. We got more on the way," Webber told her.

The paramedic walked over with a teenager on the gurney. "Tricia Hale. 17, vital signs stable. Sustained a large facial laceration, trauma to the buttock area and an open fracture to the lower right leg."

Mia and Callie walked into trauma room two. Tricia looked up. "It's still bleeding. My face is still bleeding," she said.

Mia smiled. "It's okay. We'll get to that in a minute. Okay?" She said as she looked to her.

Tricia shook her head. "No. Try the head of plastic surgery. No one is touching my face until I've spoken to the head of plastic surgery. No one," she told them.

Mia rolled her eyes as she looked to Callie. "No doubt Mark is going to love this," she mumbled.

****

Mark walked into the room. He looked to Mia. "Hey doll," he said.

Tricia turned to look at him. "You better be able to fix my face. I have pom statewides in a month," she told him.

"You're a cheerleader?" Callie asked as she looked to the young girl.

"I'm a pom."

Mark looked up to his girlfriend and Callie. "Cheerleaders just jump around. Poms are dancers. I was on the football team," he told them.

Mia raised her eyebrows. "Of course you'd know that," she mumbled as she rolled her eyes. She smiled. "I was a cheerleader. Top of the pyramid actually. Biggest regret ever."