Capítulo 70: 6.05
Helena scrambled some eggs for herself and Mark in their kitchen, sunlight coming through her window, as Mark left the bathroom, his hair still damp from his shower. She hummed quietly as she cooked, basking in the warmth and comfort of their domestic life.
"Have you watered Mary, Shrek and Sally, ?" The girl asked from her place on the stove, a smile on her face.
"Oh, crap, I forgot about Sally." The man let out, moving to fill a cup of water at the sink and water the succulent on the countertop.
"Are you gonna forget to feed out children too?" Helena giggled, serving the eggs onto two separate plates.
At that, Mark looked up from the plant, approaching Helena with a bright smile. "You wanna have kid with me?" His voice was soft, almost moved, as he spoke.
"One day, yes. Not now, thought, I'm still just a third year resident. Plus, we should get married first, right?" She asked, the man hugging her waist from behind as Helena poured them some coffee, smiling.
"I agree. One day, not now." Mark kissed her cheek, moving to sit on one of their kitchen stools, Helena giving him his eggs and doing the same.
"So, are we clear for today's plan?" She asked, taking a bite of the eggs.
"These are good, Lee." The man smiled at her as he tried his breakfast. "So, I have my speech first and you're coming to work in the morning. Then, you're leaving after lunch to pick your family up from the airport and you'll spend the afternoon with them. I'll join you three for dinner at home, which you mother offered to make, right?"
"Right. You're gonna love it, she's making Portuguese food." Helena played with her food when she answered. "Oh, but don't be nervous. You know who they say dogs can smell fear? That's my mom." At that, Mark's face went pale, Helena letting out a little giggle. "Be respectful and nice and she'll like you. She's probably make you sweat a bit in the beginning, but she'll soften up. Also, my brother will probably tease me about you being older, ignore him, that's Denny."
"W-what if she doesn't like me?" Mark asked, nervously.
"She will like you, because like you. Also, she was always meaner to the women I brought home." Helena shrugged, picking up their plates and taking them to the sink. "Wanna go over your speech again before we leave?"
"Sure." The man nodded as he grabbed his keys and wallet, launching into his speech. "I know what you're all thinking..."
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"Morning." Helena smiled up to Derek and Bailey as she settled by them, as the Chief explained the new computer model for scheduling surgeries, Mark standing bedside him.
Most doctors seemed a bit grumpy as Webber spoke. "And to make sure this is the right decision I have enlisted one of our own to do a trial run for the last month. Dr. Sloan."
The Chief stepped away to give place to the plastics attending, that started his speech. "I know what you're all thinking, it's a machine. It doesn't know me, doesn't know what I like. But after using the system for the last month, I gotta say, people, I'm a convert."
As Mark spoke, Helena mouthed the words along with him, Bailey giving her an amused look when she noticed. "You memorized his speech?"
"You wouldn't believe how many times I heard it." Helena smiled at the attending, focusing back on her boyfriend as Bailey smiled and shook her head.
"This computer knows me better than I know me." Mark told the crowd.
"Chief, this thing was rearranged my schedule for the entire week!" Derek let out, his tone a bit whiny. "Haven't we have enough change here already?"
At that, a few murmurs of agreement started throughout the crowd, making Webber speak up. "Change is good, people. Embace it."
As the crowd scattered, Mark approached his girlfriend, asking. "Good speech?"
"Good speech." Helena nodded in agreement. "Now, let's go, Derek says he's got a tumor." At that, the girl scrunched up her face, shaking her head. "No, that sounds wrong. Derek says his patient has a tumor, let's go."
As the couple walked down the hallway, heading to a CT room, Helena spoke up. "Oh, and about my mom, don't try to go for the Portuguese. Except for good morning, the good morning you don't butcher. So, yes, stick to the good morning."
"I do butcher Portuguese!" The man let out, his voice a bit high pitched and his tone a bit offended.
"Really, Mark? Remember when you tried to tell me my dress was beautiful and accidentally told me it was a potty?" She teased, a playful smile on her lips as they entered the room.
"Fine, stick to good morning, got it." Mark mumbled grumpily. However, as they entered the room, Helena's eyes widened at the scan of the tumor.
"Oh, that's... all due respect, a beautiful tumor! Look at that thing." She nudged Mark of the shoulder, Cristina making a noise of agreement as Helena picked up the scan.
"You know what this is about, right? You're no longer daddy's favorite so you've gone in search of some crazy ass tumor to get his love back." Mark teased his friend, taking a look at the film.
Ignoring Helena's smack on Mark's shoulder, Derek shot back. "Actually, it's about my patient. Haven't made up my mind yet, I'm just looking."
"Isaac has a cord tumor?" Callie asked, her expression shocked as she entered in the room.
"This is tumor?!" Helena confirmed, her eyes wide, as Derek nodded, the girl making a discouraged face.
"It's awesome, look." Cristina told the ortho attending, handing her the scan.
"Awesome in a bad way, it's eaten five levels of his spine." Callie sighed. "What, you're not seriously considering trying to take it out?"
"Of course he is!" Cristina alley out.
"He's Shepherd." Both her and Helena said at the same time.
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