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ONE. YOURE BEAUTIFUL.
FINDING HERSELF saunter into Seattle Grace Hospital, HAYLEY MOORE was set on having someone fix her face. She wanted to be pretty, she wanted to look in the mirror and love herself. She wanted to be pretty like her sister, HOLLY MOORE, she got guys and girls without even trying, Hayley on the other hand, couldn't even get her grandmother to call her pretty.
"Hey hayley are you-" the brunette ignored her sister, as she shoved past her, looking for someone that wouldn't talk her out of the plastic surgery. Holly had every right to, Hayley was stunning, she just didn't see it.
"What the fuck?" Holly asked her younger sister, as she kept storming off. Still, she ignored her, and if by fate, she bumped into MARK SLOAN, tripping over her own feet, and landing in his arms.
"Slow down there" he told the girl in his arms, she couldn't make out a single word, she just stared into his ocean eyes.
"I-uh- uhm, hi?"
"They call me Sloan. Are you hurt?" Something about the way he said Sloan made Hayley fall for the doctor even more than expected upon meeting the man.
"Fix my face Sloan." Hayley pulled herself together, and remembered why she was really at the hospital.
"Fix your face? There's nothing wrong with it" his hands cupped her perfect face, that seemed tiny in his hands. "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL" he reassured her.
Tears forming in her eyes, those were the words Hayley wanted to hear. You're beautiful.
