Mason's Medical

Losing My Religion

And now you've gone away, leaving us with the memory of your smile.

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Tyler was taking down her stats when a phone rang.

'That's…my phone.' She said with wide eyes.

With a chuckle Tyler went into the cupboard at her bedside. 'It rang about five times while you were out.' He handed the phone over.

'Oh…dear, it's Mark.' Grace looked at the phone for a long moment. 'Oh crap, what do I do?'

Tyler laughed as he headed towards the door. 'Most people usually answer.'

'Oh that's helpful,' Grace said with a sarcastic smile. 'Thank you very much.' She took a deep breath and flipped her phone open.

'Where have you been?!' Mark asked loudly before she could say anything. 'I called a half dozen times! What happened?'

'Okay, first, breathing is your friend Mark,' she paused as there was an aggravated sigh. 'Second, we were very busy yesterday. A guy went nuts and shot up a restaurant – '

'I know this! I have Seattle tagged on my browser. Anytime something big happens, enough to get on the news, I get a notification about it! It said two doctors at Seattle Grace – your hospital! – were shot. If you hadn't answered this time I was gonna get on a flight!'

'Don't do that!' Grace said quickly, sitting up slightly. 'I'm…fine.'

There was silence. 'You hesitated.'

'…No, I didn't.'

'Grace.' Mark took a slow deep breath. 'Were you, one of the doctors that…got shot?'

'You are not flying over here Mark.'

'YOU WERE SHOT!'

Luckily Grace had already pulled the phone away from her ear before he yelled. 'You aren't flying over Mark; you have that reconstruction on the kid that was shot. Besides, it was just my leg. I needed a minor surgery and I'll…be fine.'

'You hesitated again, Grace.'

Grace cursed her inability to lie convincingly to Mark. 'Obviously, stress is a factor, but it's under control. They're keeping me lightly sedated, just enough to keep the panic at bay.' She was distracted as Debbie walked in with a breakfast tray. 'Ooh jello! Mark, Debbie's brought me jello, and some fruit!'

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone. 'Dammit, Gracie. You aren't telling me something.'

'Not right now, Mark,' Grace said quietly. 'I'll tell you later, but not now. I promise, I'm in no danger, just…not now.'

'…Fine. Alright, Gracie, you win. But you better answer, every time I call. You hear me?'

'Even if I'm asleep?'

There was a reluctant chuckled on the other end of the phone. 'I'll call during the day. Keep safe, Gracie. I love you.'