Ill (Prompt #009)
Rating: PG
Characters: Mark/Addison
Prompt: #009 Ill (from the 100_situations table)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes & co.
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Mark tried to stay still and calm when Addison leaned close and peered into his eyes. It was difficult, but not for the normal reasons: when she'd entered the room she'd let the curtains fall open, and the sun -- the bright, bright sun -- glared into his face.
"You're not sick," she declared finally. "I know a hangover when I see one."
"Addie, I'm on death's door here," he groaned. "Have some mercy."
"No way," she shook her head. "You got yourself into this mess. You can't expect me to bail you out. And I don't even know you that well -- why didn't you ask Derek?"
Mark sulked a little. "He already said no."
Addison shook her head again. "Right. Well, I'm going to leave now. Good luck."
And true to her word, she quickly left, taking her oh-so-precious exam notes with her.
But later, when he ventured out to the kitchen, he found a tomato-juice/prune-juice/aspirin concoction on the kitchen bench. A note sat beside it, and scrawled in Addison's neat handwriting were the words, "Here's some chicken soup for your cold."
Characters: Mark/Addison
Prompt: #009 Ill (from the 100_situations table)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes & co.
***
Mark tried to stay still and calm when Addison leaned close and peered into his eyes. It was difficult, but not for the normal reasons: when she'd entered the room she'd let the curtains fall open, and the sun -- the bright, bright sun -- glared into his face.
"You're not sick," she declared finally. "I know a hangover when I see one."
"Addie, I'm on death's door here," he groaned. "Have some mercy."
"No way," she shook her head. "You got yourself into this mess. You can't expect me to bail you out. And I don't even know you that well -- why didn't you ask Derek?"
Mark sulked a little. "He already said no."
Addison shook her head again. "Right. Well, I'm going to leave now. Good luck."
And true to her word, she quickly left, taking her oh-so-precious exam notes with her.
But later, when he ventured out to the kitchen, he found a tomato-juice/prune-juice/aspirin concoction on the kitchen bench. A note sat beside it, and scrawled in Addison's neat handwriting were the words, "Here's some chicken soup for your cold."