2.11

After rounds, the interns joined Dr. Bailey and their new colleague: baby Tucker. At the sight of the baby, Helena's eyes shined.

"Morning, Dr. Bailey." She greeted the resident, before turning to the baby. "Hi, little guy. How are we doing?" After Bailey gave birth, Helena had spent some time with her baby, so the woman could rest, since her husband was recovering from surgery. "He gets more handsome every day." She complimented.

"Thanks, Lena." The woman smiled at her. "Are the ORs up and running?"

"Totally functional, except there's some smoke damage to the corridors." Cristina answered.

"How about you two?" She looked to the interns involved in the accident. "Are you fully functional?"

"I'm fine." Meredith answered.

"I'm good, too. Baby time with little tuck here is healing." Helena joked. "How's your husband?"

"We'll take him home tomorrow." The resident answered and the baby started babbling. At that, the interns looked at him with awe. "Ok, this is not a tea party. Go, work, save some lives."

——

Now in a new patient's room, Helena presented.  She had been the one to admit the boy during the night, becoming familiar with him and his case.

"Jake Burton, 15, has advanced craniodiafsary dysplasia, was admitted last night after complaining of head aches and, from what I've been told, he's not usually a complainer." The girl smiled at the young boy.

"He's been having some nausea too." His father added.

"May I, please?" Dr. Shepherd asked, going to examine the boy. "Jake, can I get you to sit up? And I want you to look right here for me." The attending pointed with his finger.

Helena noticed the other interns' obvious stares of curiosity, having sympathised particularly with the boy and his joyful spirit.

"You know, if you pretend I'm a lion it helps." The boy joked as Derek examined his eyes.

"Sorry?" Cristina asked.

"If you pretend I'm a lion then, instead of a really messed up kid you get a talking circus animal." He said in a cheeky voice, clearly teasing Cristina. "It's way easier to look at." Helena smiled at him, muffling a giggle as she shook her head in amusement.

"Dr. Campos, what's our immediate concern?" The attending asked.

"That the bony tumours might be growing inward and therefor encroaching on his brain." She answered quickly, having studied the case well.

——

As Helena rode the elevator, a man in a leather jacket joined her. He had bright blue eyes and light brown hair, with a well defined jaw line and a well kept short beard. He looked her up and down appreciatively, a fact she missed, as she focused on what she was reading.

"Good morning, sweetheart." The man greeted her, making her look up from her article on craniodiafsary dysplasia, Jake's disease.

"Morning." She answered with a smile, before going back to her reading.

When she felt the man getting closer to her and peaking over her shoulder, she looked back in a questioning but amused look.

"Craniodiafsary dysplasia? Guessing you're a surgeon too? Mark Sloan." The man introduced himself with a somewhat predatory gaze, his eyes dancing all over her body.

"Yes, well, surgical intern. Helena Campos." The girl extended her hand, in hopes that the professional treatment would discourage him from the flirting.

The man accepted it and kept up with the small talk. "Got a patient with it or reading out of interest, doll?"

"Fifteen year old boy." She answered, her eyes back on the article. She could not deny the man was attractive, but she loved George and as such, had no intentions of continuing the flirtatious conversation.

However, the man wouldn't seem to let it go. "Poor kid. This city truly is depressing, only been here a day and the rain has already made me stay in bed." He teased with a charming smile.

"You get used to it." Helena looked up from the article once the elevator stopped, stepping out of it. Once she saw the man do the same, she commented, a playful raised brow. "Are you following me?"

"Maybe. If you want me to, sweetheart." He flirted as they approached the nurses station.

"Should I be worried?" She couldn't avoid giggling. At the sight of her roommate, the girl let out. "Hey, Mer."

As the man was about to speak up, a fist came out of nowhere, landing on his face. The small girl squealed  slightly, jumping back. Once she bounced back from the shock, she realised the hand had been Derek's, who now shook it out with a slightly pained look. Springing into action, she kneeled by the man, checking his wounds.

"What the hell was that?" Meredith asked, shocked.

"That was Mark." Derek answered, still leaving the small girl oblivious.

——

As Helena put some anaesthesia on the man's wound, preparing to suture it, Mark wouldn't stop staring at her.

She looked up at him, trying to hide her smile. "What?"

"Just watching." He smirked, letting his eyes roam over her body.

"You said you were a surgeon?" She tried to change the subject.

"Yes, plastics." He answered as she cleaned out his wound.

"Palst- Oh, Mark Sloan, of course, the plastic surgeon." She caught up to the fact, shaking her head slightly. "So not only are you the Mark Sloan that slept with Dr. Shepherd's wife, you are also the plastic surgeon Mark Sloan. An interesting person to meet on an elevator." She joked.

"My 400 dollar and hour shrink says it's because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I'm self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree." He smiled at her, teasingly.

"And I'm guessing that's the excuse for destroying the marriage, Dr. Sloan?" She made small talk while disinfecting the wound.

"Dr. Sloan..." The man shook his head slightly, making Lena have to grab his face to keep it still. "Now, that's just cold, Lee."