HUSH HUSH, Mark Sloan

𝟎𝟏𝟖, 𝐖𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Bree groaned as she was taken into Callie and Arizona's apartment. The two of them were going to Malawi. And Bella was under the impression that Callie didn't want to go.

Mark looked to Bree. He kissed her. "You good?" He asked as he held her hand.

Bella nodded. "Yeah. Just not feeling too good," she mumbled as she yawned. "I'm so tired."

Mark smiled. "Maybe you should call in sick?"

Bree shook her head. She sat down and smiled as Mark handed her a cup of coffee.

He knew she was only allowed one cup a day. And he was doing all he could to make sure their baby was okay.

Arizona looked to Mark. She smiled. "Okay. How about it, Mark? You know you've always wanted one of ... These," she said.

Mark shook his head. "Nah. I'm good. I will take that waffle iron," he told her as he placed a hand on Bree's  waist.

Callie frowned as she looked to him. "What? I have never even seen you eat a waffle," she commented.

Mark shrugged. "Well, I would if I had a waffle iron. And Bree needs a waffle every now and then," he said.

Bree nodded. "It's true. Can't go wrong with a waffle. Especially smothered in chocolate," she said.

Arizona smiled over. "Okay, Callie, We're not gonna take a waffle iron to Malawi, And it's not gonna do anybody any good sitting in storage for three years," she said to her girlfriend. "Congratulations. You won yourself a waffle iron. Oh! And a french press."

Callie looked over at her. "Hey. Stop giving ... My things away," she said

Callie disappeared into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Bree turned to Mark and shrugged. "Think maybe you should pass on the French press. Just a hunch though," she said as she took a bite of toast.

****

Belle looked to Jackson and smiled. She sighed as she looked to him. "Do you think we're ever gonna be able to come clean?" She asked.

Jackson shrugged and smiled. "Maybe one day," he said as he looked to her. He smiled and kissed her. "You're pretty. You know that?" He said.

"You think?"

"Yes. Now let's go get certified," Jackson told her as he kissed her lips. "You need breath mints."

Belle's eyes widened. "You're just cruel," she said as she walked off.

****

Owen walked in to the changing room. "Charter plane was forced into an emergency landing and collided with a greyhound bus. Mass-casualty situation. Do I need to say it again? Let's move," he said.

They grabbed gowns and rushed out. They were rushing down the hall. "Close to 30 victims in the field, some critical. Multiple blunt trauma injuries," Owen told them.

They arrived out in the trauma bay. Bella looked to see about 30 bloodied dummies lying on the ground.

Owen was stood there with a smirk on his face. He looked to them. "Here you go."

Bree shook her head. "Nope. I was looking forward to an early lunch."

"I'm with you there," Belle said as she stood by her sister in law. She groaned. "Is the baby okay?"

Bree nodded. "Think so. Hasn't moved much today. But felt movement this morning."

Owen opened up an ambulance loaded with supplies. "Welcome to trauma certification. You will work in teams of four. Each team will be responsible for nine casualties. You may treat your patients using only what you can carry with your two hands from this ambulance," he said.