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Imagine #7

{Mark Sloan- scared}

Five years...

Five years since the car wreck that ruined your face. Five years since you started getting pity looks. That's all gonna change.

"So why wouldn't anyone else attempt this?" Mark Sloan questioned the interns you somewhat smile.

"No one? Alright, well it's pretty complex. The car wreck caused a great deal of tissue damage and where she was trapped in that car for two hours?" He questioned you this time.

"Three." You correct him.

"Three hours the tissue continued to deteriorate making every other plastic surgeon stray away from this task but not me. I'm willing to try." Mark smiles at you. The interns leave and you sigh.

"You alright?"

"I'm not sure I guess I'm just-"

"Scared?"

"To say the least." Mark stands up.

"If it makes you feel any better, your beautiful the way you are." Mark walks out and you really start thinking.

If this goes wrong you could end up looking worse but if it goes as planned... You will be back to you. If it went as planned you would ask Mark out...

You sigh again and think about all you lost. Not only did you loose yourself but you lost a child and a husband. That's why you are doing this. To get rid of any memory of that horrid day. You sold everything to move and escape. Fixing the damage done will be the final piece. You let a tear trickle down your face and sniffle back everything else.

You cradle a pillow to your face and let the darkness of the lonesome room take you away in a deep sleep.

~~~~~

Mark walks in and checks a few more things before he calls up to the OR and tells them to get ready.

"(Y/n), are you sure this is what you want?"

"No offense doctor Sloan but nothing is going change my mind. Five years is a long time to be constantly reminded of a past accident that killed the two people that mean the most in you life. It's a long time to constantly thing about what could have happened if only I didn't what to turn of that exit because I wanted a fucking cup of coffee. I look into a mirror and that's all that I can think about. I want to get rid of every last remembrance of it. If it screws my face up even more than so be it but this to me is the worst possible thing."

He looks shocked but nods and takes me down to the OR. The place me under the anesthesia and suddenly I'm at peace, total peace.

~~~~~~~

My eyes flutter open and I look around and see Mark standing in the doorway.

"How did it go?"

"Exactly as planned." He smiled. You feel tears brim at the bottom of your eyelids. You don't feel the happiness you thought you would feel.

"I thought I would feel happier..."

"He walks over and sits down."

"I know. This I what I was talking about. You were hoping that maybe you could make the pain go away by hiding from the damage but the truth is, you can't. You can never truly forget, you just learn to be ok with it." You lean in and press you lips on his and though your face is burning from the surgery, you feel the happiness you've been longing for.

Maybe you could never move on from the incident but you were determined to be happy again. And Mark could make you feel that way.

"I'm not scared anymore.."

"Neither am I." He say as he goes back to the last position of his lips on yours.