Mark Sloan Imagines

MEANT TO BE

Meant to be

You were in love with Mark Sloan. Mark Sloan was in love with you since the first moment he met you, but you didn't know it. You both were too afraid to admit your feelings, that's why you were best friends this long.

He tried to date your friends and you his, but nothing had worked out, because it wasn't meant to be.

It's been seven years since you met him. You were always by his side and promised to never leave him, and you kept that promise. You always took care of him when Mark was sick. He helped you to learn for tests and exams. You were there when his mother passed, when he needed someone's shoulder to cry on.

But you never had a chance to tell him how you felt and now it might be too late for it...

***

It was two at the night when you got the call. There had been an accident and Mark was fighting for his life. Police told you it was a drunk driver, who crashed into his car and died immediately, but Mark survived. He was alive, but his injuries were severe and surgeons were fighting for his life.

Sitting in the lobby and waiting for Mark, you can't get out of your head words, what Meredith told you when you had arrived.

***

"Meredith!" You cried when you saw her. "How is he?"

"[Y/N]." She hugged you.

"Mer... please, tell me... how is he..." You said between sobs. You couldn't lose him. He was the love of your life and he even didn't know it. You promised yourself if he survives, you will tell him it.

"[Y/N]." She looked into your eyes. "The best surgeons are operating on him – "

"Meredith. I want to hear everything." You looked into her eyes. "I. Need. To. Know."

She looked in your eyes and signed. "He... Mark's condition ir really had. Seven broken ribs, left lung collapsed... His heart stoped two times already."

"Oh my god!" You put your hands over your mouth and started sobbing more. Meredith put her hands on your shoulders and made you sit on the chair.

"Do you want me to continue?" She asked. You only could nod. "He bas brain hematoma and Derek is trying to stop it, but... his spine is also injured. There is a chance that he could wake up paralysted."

"How big is... the chance?"

"Derek is not sure. It's hard for him to concenrate, because – "

"Mark is his best friend." You looked into her eyes. "Is there something more?"

"No." Meredith hugged you. "Everything is going to alright, [Y/N]."

"He.. he... need to be, Mer..." You looked into her eyes. "I can't live without him."

Meredith didn't answer you. She just hugged you and whispered that he is going to make it.

***

Five hours later you were watching how Mark was being wheeled into an ICU room. Tubes and wires were everywhere. His hair was shaved, bruises were everywhere. It was hard to look at him like this. He was the man you love after all, and you didn't want to see him hurt.

"[Y/N]?" Asked Owen, who stood next to you. He was still wearing his scrub cap.

"Yes?" You looked at him. 

"He is going to survive this."

"He has to." You looked at Mark, who was sleeping and breating. You wanted to lay next to him and forget everything what happened tonight.

You looked back at Owen. "How ir he, Owen?"

"We stopped the bleeding in his chest and fixed his lung. Derek also stopped his brain bleed, but Sloan won't be happy to see his hair shaved." He tried to joke.

"What about his spine?"

He looked at Mark. "We are not sure. Derek tried to save his spine, but he doesn't know if it was succesful."

"Then let's hope for the best... Thank you, Owen, for everything!" You hugged him.

"He ir our friend too. " He smiled. "He will need you."

"I know. Thanks, Owen!" You said and walked to his room.

***

It's been a few hours since he was back from the surgery, but Mark hadn't woken up yet. You sat next to his bed and held his hand, crying softly. You couldn't lose him. He was your world, your everthing...

You didn't care if he won't walk again. You didn't care if he won't be a surgeon anymore. You wanted to see his eyes one more time, hear his voice again and kiss him for the first time. He deserved to know how you feel, even if it was the last thing he will ever hear.

"Mark." You took his hand and kissed it. "It's me... [Y/N]." You took a deep breath and looked at his face. "Listen, you have to wake up, Mark. Did you hear me? You have to wake up for me. I can't do this without you... I can't live without you....

You are my world, Mark. Even if it's too late for this and you will never hear  – I love you! I have loved you from the start. I was always too afraid to admit my feelings, because I didn't think you would feel the same way about me, but now that doesn't mather..."

You got up and looked at his face. "Mark, I love you! I love you more than everthing in this world. I can't live without you, hearing your voice or dirty jokes everyday, looking into your eyes and forgeting all things around us... and it hurts to see you like this..."

You took a step closer to him and touched his face with your free arm. "I love you, Mark... ever have and ever will..." You kissed his lips.

"I love you too!" Mark said to you. You raised your head and were suprised to hear his voice again. Seeing his eyes and smile, made you cry. "Don't cry, [Y/N]." He told you as he removed his hand from yours and wiped away your tears.

"I thought I lost you." You hugged him.

"I am not going everywhere, not after your shocking statement." His remark made you smile.

"You heard everyhing?"

"Yes." He smiled and touched your cheek. "I love you, [Y/N]!"

"I love you too, Mark!" You kissed him again. This time more passionate, but still gentle not to hurt him.

"We make a quite good pair." He told you.

"We do." You smiled at him as he smiled at you.

Your didn't care what happened next, because Mark was alive and safe, and you had all the life together...