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MARK SLOAN

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❝ What if you're wrong? What if, just this once, life comes down on the

side of the

dirty

mistresses? ❞

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This wasn’t where she wanted to be; this wasn’t the situation that she
wanted to be in. She and Mark Sloan weren’t friends; she didn’t want
to be hugging him, clinging onto him as tightly as she could, praying
that everything would somehow be okay…and yet, there Izzie was,
unable to let him go, as her shaking form held tightly onto the man 
before her. For once, they were both in the same boat; they’d both
lost a best friend, and they needed each other, even if only for a brief
moment. He wasn’t making things awkward or difficult for her; it was
clear that he was just as upset as she was, and for the time being, she
needed him there to hold her. She needed someone, now that George
was gone.

“She wasn’t in the car with them,” The blonde said softly; her voice
seemed to shake more and more with each syllable, and she couldn’t
bring herself to elaborate, or say anything further. It was (hopefully)
clear what she meant: their daughter hadn’t been present, it had just
been the two of them. So, what happened now? Even as she spoke,
even as she thought hard, Izzie couldn’t tear herself away from his
embrace, needing that human contact more than ever before. “I don’t
know what we can do, but we…we have to do something.”

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Mark could feel the force of the hug, grasping on like if he were to
let go he would fall into a never ending whole. For a moment that’s
what it felt like, that the w o r l d around him was unreal, because
that was the only solution unable to believe life was this C R U E L.
Not wanting to accept the fact he would never get to say goodbye
to his best friend someone he shared even the darkest and softest
things with. Someone who picked him up when he had hit rock bottom,
only to slap some sense into him. She was gone. And a part of him
seemed to L E A V E with her. Finally he felt her pull back from the
embrace and for just a second he found it difficult to let go of her,
despite their past run ins. For once they weren’t bickering for once they
were coming together but in the worst of circumstances. But right now
she needed him and he needed her because Callie was gone.

“Thank god,” A breath of relief pierced his lips, Mark had grown
to love the kid. Seeing Callie in her every single moment, and he
always loved using the kid as bait to meet women and have them
swoon over him. Almost laughing at the memory before reminding
himself that Callie was dead at the memory was now marked with
treachery. “Where is she?” Of course the baby couldn’t even walk
let alone be aware of the situation going on, but Mark couldn’t help
but worry. Because knowing that he felt this alone he could only
imagine how their child felt. And the thought of the daughter never
knowing her parents, never knowing her mother Callie truly pained
Mark behind belief.

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