INVISIBLE STRING ― mark sloan

chapter five , go home, sloan!

"You called me!" he argued back.

"I was shot and in labor, you think I actually called you?" she rolled her eyes. "Listen, I've been discharged, so I'm going home."

"You could go back to our home. Our apartment," he tried to compromise. It was hopeless and slightly embarrassing.

"Maybe one day, when pigs fly," she shrugged and brushed past him, hitting him hard in the shoulder successfully. "Bye, Sloan."

His opposite hand went up to the his right shoulder, "I'm not gonna give up on us, Alli. I love you and I'll do everything I can to try and get you to forgive me." He shouted, watching her leave. He couldn't chase after her. He didn't have the right.

"Whatever," the young Shepherd mumbled to herself, ignoring every word he said as she left the hospital.

     

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ALLISON ENTERED THE shared home to be greeted in the living room by George, Izzie, and Meredith. "Fucking Mark is back!" she exclaimed in frustration. "Oh no, I hope I didn't wake Mila." The little girl was sleeping in her carrier.

"He is?" George and Izzie muttered in confusion.

"Mark's back?" Meredith asked in shock, getting up to help Allison with her hospital bag.

She sighed deeply, "Yes. He's back and he's ready to get me back and I'm exhausted and just want to sleep. Newsflash, having a baby is tiring! Who would've thought."

Meredith helped her up the stairs with her bag. "Well, fuck him! Now you can get drunk on all the tequila you want and meet a hot man and forget about him," Meredith explained.

The model chimed in, "I mean, would taking him back really be so bad? He's the dad after all, don't you want Mila to have a dad?"

"Listen, Izzie. You understand how it is to be cheated on, it's fucking horrible. I still haven't decided if I even want him in her life at all. Plus, she has amazing aunts and uncles that I know love her and will help out," the blonde ranted. "I'm really tired and I'm probably going to be woken up in two hours to feed her. So let me
go to bed. Please." Izzie raised her hands, backing off.

"Goodnight, Alli. Goodnight, Mila," George cooed at the baby lovingly. Alli smiled, he's going to be a good uncle to her.

Allison made her way up to her room, carefully laid Mila into her crib, and flopped into bed. She prayed to God that Mark Sloan was not here to stay.

     

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NOW SHE WAS BACK and better than ever. It had been like a week, but it was too long. Allison Shepherd needed to cut soon. She missed the thrill of surgery. Luckily, the hospital had a daycare, so she just brought Mila there and dropped her off before going to the lockeroom.