CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREEMELONIE'S POV

   I was sitting in the residents' lounge, tying my shoe, when I looked over and saw Mark talking to another resident. 

   I smiled as I looked at his blue eyes and his perfect smile. Uh-oh. I like Mark Sloan.

   "Grey! You're on my service today, come on," Mark called to me. 

   I shot up and ran for the door, hopping out and grabbing a chart from another doctor. 

   "Woah, chill, Mel," he laughed. 

   I turned around to see him standing right there. I accidentally bumped him, which lead to us staring at each other. I felt butterflies in my stomach, but I ignored them.

   "Oh, um..." I cleared my throat and looked at my feet. "I guess I'm just eager to get to work!" I lied, nervously laughing. 

   "Whatever," he smiled, leading me to the trauma department, with George following, since he was on Mark's service as well.

   We approached two girls who were very beat up and holding a wedding dress that was covered in blood. There were two men with them.

   "Okay, do you see that you're bleeding all over the dress?" Callie asked them, clearly irritated.

   "It's not about the dress," the brunette girl said.

   "I can't, uh, I can't... there's too much blood down here," Alex said, coming up from under the gurney the two girls were on. "Which one of your legs is bleeding?"

   "I don't know. I can't really feel anything anymore," the blonde replied, keeping her eyes on the brunette's.

   "I hear you have a broken nose down here," Mark said. "What's with the dress?"

   "It's not about the dress!" the blonde scolded him.

   "Can't they just split the prize?" Callie asked.

   "I offered. I offered that 14 hours ago," a man with a clipboard answered, not sound amused whatsoever.

   "It is a $100,000 wedding package, and I am not splitting it with anyone," the blonde said, tugging at the dress, but the brunette wasn't giving up.

   "Oh, you're bleeding on your dress," I pointed out.

   "IT'S NOT ABOUT THE DRESS!" the two girls and the two men yelled angrily, making me wince.

   "Uh, I'm gonna have to stabilize that shoulder somehow," Callie said. 

   "I'll go grab a sling," Alex offered, leaving the room.

   "Well, this is cozy," Mark joked as we walked far enough away for them not to be able to hear us.

   "This is Hell," I chuckled.

   "Okay, Mark, I assigned O'Malley to you to keep him away from me, and now our patients are connected to each other." Callie approached us. 

   "You're not looking at this like the opportunity it is," Mark said. 

   "Meaning?" Callie asked. 

   "Meaning he's an intern. It's, like, half my job, torturing interns," Mark joked.

   Callie sarcastically chuckled. "Thanks. That's almost sweet, but torturing George is not gonna make any of this any better." We all looked over to George cleaning up the brunette's cut. "Torture him how, exactly?"

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   "No way. No frickin' way," the blonde argued. 

   "It's the only solution if neither of you will let go of the dress," Callie said. 

   "It's very simple. Dr. Torres needs to treat Jackie's shoulder and leg," I explained. 

   "So, Jackie, you need a proxy," Mark said. 

   "What?" Jackie, the blonde, asked.

   "Think about it, babe. This gives you an advantage," her boyfriend told her. "You get to rest your hand and come back refreshed." He stood back up. "Give me the dress. I'll be the proxy."

   "No way. This isn't fair. You think this is fair?" the brunette's boyfriend argued.

   "Dr. O'Malley's the proxy," Mark said.

   "What?" George asked.

   "He'll hold onto the dress," Mark volunteered George.

   I looked at Callie and could see that she was holding back her laughter, which made me smirk.

   "Hold the dress?" George questioned. "You just want me to... stand here and hold a dress?"

   "No one ever said internship was easy," Mark smirked.

   I kind of felt guilty because George looked like he was about to cry, and he looked pissed. He unwillingly snapped his gloves off and held the dress.

   "Dude, your job kind of sucks, huh?" the brunette's boyfriend laughed.

   Mark, Callie, and I started to take Jackie off of the gurney. 

   "Ow! Hello! Watch the shoulder!" Jackie shouted. 

   Alex showed up with Lexie, who was holding the sling in her hands. She looked at the two girls with a confused look. 

   "Oh, check it out; Bambi's a bridesmaid," Alex teased George.

   "You're right. This did cheer me up," Callie whispered to Mark, making me chuckle a little, but I still felt kind of bad for not sticking up for George.

   Once we got the brunette into an actual room, we started checking her vitals and her heart beat, and healing her wounds. 

   "You're crowding me, O'Malley," Mark said to George, who was still holding onto the dress.

   George rolled his eyes and scratched his nose, but was still holding onto the dress. 

   "Hey, hey, I think he just let go," the brunette's boyfriend accused George. "You just let go of the dress, didn't you?"

   "No," George replied with no emotion in his voice.

   "I wish to God he had," the salesmen that was with them said. 

   "I swear, if you let go and lose this contest after my Jackie almost died to win it-" Jackie's boyfriend started, but was interrupted. 

   "Dude, a busted shoulder does not mean she almost died, okay?" the brunette's boyfriend fought.

   "Whatever." He turned to George. "I'm watching you."

   "I know you all think this is stupid. If I were you, I would think this is really stupid," the brunette said. 

   "Well, I've never been married myself, so I'm not one to judge, but George here knows all about what it takes, don't you, O'Malley?" Mark teased George. 

   I nudged Mark in the elbow and smiled at him. Mark smiled back at me, making my cheeks blush a little.

   "You're married? For how long?" the brunette asked George.

   "Not very long," George muttered.

   "Newlyweds?" the patient smiled. "Congratulations."

   "Thanks." George looked down.

   We all left the room, except for George, the patient, and the two boyfriends. I checked up on some patients, then sat down to take a break. 

   I was suddenly paged by Mark to the on-call room, so I got up and made my way to the on-call room. I opened the door to see Mark standing there. 

   "What do you need?" I asked, closing the door behind me. 

   Mark suddenly pressed his lips to mine and I leaned against the wall. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted my scrub top over my head and I pulled my hair out of the ponytail it was in. 

   He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him carry me to the bed. 

   Suddenly, I heard the door open and pushed Mark off of me. I looked up and saw Lexie standing there. 

   "Oh," she muttered, calmly closing the door behind her as she walked out.

   Mark and I looked at each other and I burst out laughing, laying back on the bed. Mark leaned over and kissed me again, then we both got up and put our clothes back on. I threw my hair back again and we exited the room at different times. 

   At lunch, I was on my way to the cafeteria, when I saw Lexie walking in the same direction. I ran up and walked beside her. 

   "Hey," I friendly greeted her. 

   She ignored me and just continued walking. I gave her a confused look. 

   "Are you okay?" I asked. "Look, I know it's awkward that you walked in on Mark and I-"

   "Can you just stop talking?" Lexie snapped.

   "Did I do something...?" I asked, truly confused. 

   "Just that I walked in on you sleeping with my ex boyfriend," she said, not looking me in the eye. 

   "Wait, what?" I asked. 

   Lexie started speed walking, but I ran after me and tugged at her arm to make her face me.

   "Lexie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you two were a thing. I just met you!" I reasoned. 

   "Whatever, I don't care," she shrugged, trying to walk away, but I stopped her again. 

   "You do care. I can see that you care," I told her. She just looked at the ground. "Lexie, please don't hate me. I just met you, I'm not ready lose you."

   Lexie looked at me, but walked away without saying a word. I just watched her walk away and I didn't try to stop her, because I knew I couldn't change her mind.

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