𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘯

𝟎𝟑 𝐱 𝟐𝟏

03 x 21

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 

after leaving the bar last night, olivia and mark went back to his hotel room. the girl had drunk too much and mark took it upon himself to look after her. he wasn't sure what was wrong with the girl but he wanted to find out.

the girl had woken up in one of mark's grey shirts and a pair of his sweatpants and when she eventually got up and out of his bed, they fell down to her knees. she quickly pulled them up and turned her head when she heard a manly chuckle come from behind her.

she was a little surprised to see mark laying in the bed on his side with his head propped up by his hand, without a shirt on. "good morning." he smirked as he took in her dishevelled state.

her blonde hair was falling out of its braid, her eyes were droopy and slightly red and her cheeks were covered in blush. despite all of that, mark still thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on.

"morning." the girl replied groggily.

mark's smile grew upon hearing her tired voice, she sounded so cute in the mornings. last night, he'd slept in the same bed as her as she demanded him to cuddle her as she felt cold and he couldn't get the feeling of her being pressed up against him out of his head. he liked having her in his bed and waking up to her cuddled against his chest.

after showering and mark insisting she kept his t-shirt and joggers, the girl gently kissed his cheek and left the hotel, leaving mark stood there rubbing his tingling cheek with a large smile on his lips.

the girl made it back to her apartment and stood there in the doorway reminiscing on last night and the feeling of mark's arms around her waist as they laid in bed together. she let out a small sigh upon realising that she was in fact falling for the man.

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after changing out of mark's joggers and putting on her favourite jeans, olivia made her way to cristina and burke's apartment where her friends were meeting up to study for the boards.

she still had mark's grey shirt on but she couldn't be bothered to change it. the girl was sat on the sofa next to alex as he was asking the group questions from a set of cards.

"what percentage of americans will get an acute appy?" the man quizzed, each intern thinking. olivia ended up getting the question correct and the man moved onto the next question.

"what are the signs of a central line infection?"

"ah!" meredith exclaimed, eager to answer. "pus, redness and fever."

"what's conn's syndrome?"

"wait' i know this." mer rambled.

"no! tick-tock dude." izzie frowned.

"cracking under the pressure," george teased, a cheeky smirk on his face.