Capítulo 28: Chapter Twenty-Seven
After sitting in Mark's room for an hour I couldn't take it anymore and had to leave. That was how I ended up where I was now, sitting in one of the stairwells, gripping a once hot cup of coffee in my hands that was now cold. I wanted to go back to Mark's room, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I couldn't bring myself to go back and face him again, not when he was like this.
"Brianna?" I tensed when I heard someone calling my name from above. Slowly I glanced up to see Derek leaning over the railing one flight above me. As soon as I looked up he began coming down the stairs. Unlike the last time I had seen him he was no longer unshaven and sick looking. Now he looked better, the only sign that he'd been in the accident being the cast on his hand. It didn't take long before he was sitting down beside me on the stairs. "I heard that you got in today, why didn't you come and tell me?"
"He's so broken." I whispered, my voice sounding hollow and broken itself. "Last month he was laughing and joking around and now he's just- just broken. How could that have happened to him?"
"His heart just wasn't strong enough." He shook his head as he wrapped his good arm around my shoulder, pulling me to him in a side hug. "He kept talking to me about you, saying how I needed to pick my ass up and go to New York to apologize to you and then drag you back here. He hated it that you left. Hated that it was my fault even more."
"I'm sure he's happy now then, he has me here and crying over him again." I shook my head.
"I'm sure he's dancing on the inside." Derek chuckled in agreement.
"Then he needs to quit being lazy and get his ass up and dance for real." I muttered.
"Why don't we get you something to eat, and some warm coffee?" He suggested as he got back up to his feet, holding his good hand out to help me to my feet. I didn't take his hand though as I pushed myself up to my feet. Once I was standing upright I could see Derek's eyes trail down to my swollen stomach, causing his eyes to widen slightly at the sight of it. He looked back up to meet my gaze and opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off first.
"Just because Mark's sick, doesn't mean that I forgive you." I told him bluntly before heading out of the stairwell, leaving him behind as I went.
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"I heard you were back." Karev said as he sat down across from me in the cafeteria as I ate a salad.
"Don't sound too excited." I rolled my eyes at him.
"I also heard that you're knocked up." He added, causing me to send him a sharp look. "What? Someone has to state the obvious instead of just going around and whispering it."
"Yes, but there are more appropriate ways to phrase it." I pointed out. "Knocked up isn't the best of sayings."
"Whatever." He took a large bite of his sandwich. "Who's the dad?"
"Do you want to know or did Derek tell you to figure it out?" I put my fork down, frowning at him as he looked at me with a raised brow.
"How'd you know?" He asked.
"Derek found out I was pregnant a couple hours ago and then you show up and ask about the baby's father. It isn't hard to piece together." I shook my head. "And as for the answer to your question, tell Derek to go and screw himself."
"I'm pretty sure that's what Grey is for." He took another bite of his sandwich.
"You're a pig." I told him.
"You're point?" He asked through a mouth full of food.
"Can you point out which intern is Brooks?" I glanced over at the table full of interns, recognizing Edwards and Murphy from assisting me with my surgery the last time I was here. With them though were several other interns, none of which I knew by name. "I'm assuming that you've done all of the girls."
"Brooks is the mousey looking one." He pointed the young woman out to me. I recognized her as the one I had bumped into in the stairwell my first visit to the hospital, the one who was nervous and tried to get me to let her look at my head.
"Thanks," I grabbed my water bottle before getting up from the table, leaving my salad behind to head towards the interns. When I approached their table all of their chatter died down and they all looked up at me, some with nervous gazes. I ignored most of them, looking right at the girl that Karev had pointed out as Brooks. "Brooks?"
"Yes?" She asked, her voice shaking some as she did so.
"You're with me." I told her, causing her to jumped up from her seat.
"I thought you said you didn't work here anymore?" Edwards reminded me of our conversation from earlier.
"I don't." I agreed with her. "But I am a surgeon, not an intern. Come on Brooks, would anyone else like to come?"
"Come where?" A tall dark skinned guy asked, his brows furrowing.
"To work on my new case." I told all of them before turning and heading out of the cafeteria. As I went I could hear several chairs scraping against the floor and footsteps following behind me. Once we were down the hall I turned to see that five interns had followed me: Brooks, Edwards, Murphy, a skinny dark haired woman, and the tall guy who'd questioned me. All of them stopped walking a couple feet away from me and just stood there, waiting for me to say something. "Brooks, you're on Mark Sloan's case?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"I want every lab for his case since he was admitted. Now." At my words she hurried back the hall, off to get all of the paperwork. With her one I turned to the others. "Murphy, we need somewhere to work. Find us an empty conference room, on call room, or something. Edwards, I want a new set of lab work done on Mark, I want his latest levels and reactions, everything. You two, what are your names?"
"Jo Wilson." The girl told me.
"Shane Ross." The guy introduced himself.
"Wilson I need a cardio consult for Mark, I don't care what they tell you, I want one yesterday." I told her and she nodded before hurrying off as well. "Ross, you're with me."
"What are we doing?" He asked as we started down the hall as well, heading towards the stairs.
"We have to talk to Hunt." I muttered.
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"No." Hunt shook his head as he leaned back against his desk, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Hunt-" I tried to argue with him.
"No. I can't just hand over five interns until you decide that you don't want them anymore. I can't." He refused to listen. "We're a teaching hospital Howards, they're here to learn how to be surgeons."
"Exactly, doing this can help teach them!" I insisted. "It will show them the other side, the theory of everything. It could also end up saving a life, more if it works."
"Which is a low likelihood." He commented as Ross glanced between the two of us, as if he were watching a tennis match. "You don't even know what you're looking for, it's a wild goose chase."
"It's a chance to save a life." I said.
"I won't agree to it." He shook his head again. "You're welcome to look over Mark's labs, but you can't have five interns. They have a job here and it's not as your personal servants."
"How about two?" I bargained.
"No." He refused, again.
"One?" I tried again, refusing to give in. I needed help if I had any chance in trying to pull any of this off, there was no chance that I could save Mark on my own. Hunt just looked at me for a moment before he sighed.
"Fine. You can have Brooks." He gave in. "But only Brooks, and if she's needed on anyone's service then she's theirs. Understood?"
"Thank you." I nodded before heading out of the room, Ross on my heels.
"Now what?" He asked me.
"Now you go back to your resident and do your job." I told him. "You heard Hunt."
"So you're really going to just drop all of us and do this yourself?" He scoffed slightly. "I thought you wanted our help?"
"What I want is to find a way for my best friend to live and at this point I only have twenty-nine days to do so." I turned on my heel to face him, glaring up at him. "So excuse me if I'm not going to fight for something that I know I won't be able to get, not when there are more important things to do. Now go to your resident before I kick your sorry ass to them."
He just frowned before turning around and heading down the hallway. I knew that I may have just been too harsh on him, but, at the moment, I didn't care. All that mattered right now was getting Mark to wake up. I didn't have time to walk on eggshells with an intern's emotions. If that's what they needed then they just weren't cut out to be a surgeon in the first place.
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"What are gong to do exactly?" Brooks asked me as we began to set everything up in an empty conference room that Hunt had allowed me.
"We are going to work our asses off until Mark Sloan is awake." I told her the obvious. "By whatever means necessary."
"Aren't the other doctors already working on that?" She pointed out.
"Not hard enough." I shook my head.
"But, won't they have the same ideas?" Her brows furrowed together. "If the ideas don't work for them then why would they work for us? It's not as though there's some big difference between us and them."
"We'll research, find other methods." I told her. "I am not letting Mark die. It's not an option."
"But-" She began.
"No." I cut her off, looking at her with a hard gaze. "Mark Sloan is not dying Brooks. If you don't believe that then just leave now. I don't need you here if you're not going to help."
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