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Love, like addiction's grip,
A powerful force, heart's crypt,In its embrace, souls flip,A dance of passion, fate's script.
As Amory and Mark flopped down next to each other, Amory's phone rang. They had been doing this for two weeks now, Amory would go to Mark's, or the resident would sneak the man into Meredith's. Amory had initially been worried about the fact that Mark was an attending, a fact that she made clear to him but, no matter how hard they tried, she couldn't stay away from the man. And, if she were honest, she didn't exactly want to either.
As for their relationship outside of the bedroom, it had pretty much remained the same. The regular teasing, jokes, and comfortable hanging out were still there, now only becoming more frequent, even though they didn't have any displays of affection in public. This far, they were enjoying being in their little secretive bubble.
Grabbing the phone on the nightstand and looking to check who it was, she looked apologetically at the man beside her.
"I'm sorry, it's George. He's been going through a lot and I just... I have to take it, okay? I'll be quick."
"Okay, I'll be waiting here."
The girl got up from Mark's hotel bed, threw on the man's shirt, and entered the bathroom. "George? Are you okay?"
"Amy, I need to tell you something and I need you not to yell or to be mad at me, okay? I need you to try to understand because I feel... I feel awful and I need a friend right now, I need you." The intern asked, his voice sounding panicked.
"Okay, okay, slow down. What is it?" She asked, sitting on the closed toilet in the bathroom.
"It's Izzie. She... she told me she loved me the night of the wedding and I was confused but... but now I love her too and I'm breaking up with Callie and I'm panicking." The man told her, still speaking quickly.
"You and... Izzie?" She asked, a bit confused. "I mean, I'd noticed you'd been acting weird around her but... well, I didn't think you loved her."
"Well, I... yeah. And I feel awful for Callie but I can't help it."
"Oh God, poor Callie. You know I love you, but Callie's my friend too, so you really do have to tell her. Look, the best thing you can do right now is be open with your wife. Think about it this way, at least you're telling her before anything happens, that you're not cheating on her..." Amory ran a hand through her hair, not wanting to leave the man in his room waiting.
"About that..." George started, a knot forming in his throat.
At that, the blonde girl gasped. "George O'Malley you did not! I mean... did you really cheat on Callie?" She sounded more disappointed than anything else. "I mean, seriously, after what happened with us, did you learn nothing?!"
