mark sloan

the moment his eyes laid on your frame, rapidly packing your stuff away by the locker as you finish your long shift, a smirk quips upon marks lips. "hey-uh dr-" before he can continue, eyes scanning your figure admiringly as you adorn something other than scrubs which is what he's used to seeing the intern in, "save it, dr sloan!" he's taken aback. watching as you don't even glance at him, storming past and out the room, bag swinging. sure, you were an intern and he was a resident, but he was used to your usually quiet and kind nature. his flirtations met with a small smile or sarcastic eye roll. mark looks to george o'malley who watched the entire thing quietly, pointing to the door you just left through, expression confused. george's mouth gapes slightly before explaining, "katie patrick died today." the patient you had been attending to with derek shephard for weeks. she was a teenage girl dealing with debilitating seizures and over the weeks she was being prepped for surgery in fixing the issue. so many tests and scans, derek had told mark the processes and mark could see how involved you became in caring for the patient and watching over her. "she had a sudden hemorrhage in the brain during surgery and they couldn't save her." mark drowns out george's voice with a quick nod before making his leave, rushing to the elevator in hopes to catch you before you leave the parking lot to go home, alone. however, when he walks towards the front exit he notices your frame. you're sitting by a bench overlooking the parking lot. no one's around, everyone inside the hospital at this late time. and you turns to look at mark when he approaches the bench, sending you a genuine and soft smile while you cry.

harvey sdv

harvey kicks his shoes off the moment he steps in the dimly-lit home. blinking tiredly while shrugging off his blazer to hang on the coat rack, a long day at the clinic catching up on him as he yearns to snuggle next to his wife and sleep into his weekend off. he settles for a decaf coffee, not wanting to stay awake with the caffeine jitters as he carries his mug into your shared bedroom before his achy eyes lock onto you. his wife, who lays in bed with her back settles along an array of pillows while a book sits in your lap. the warm glow of the bedside lamp alighting your features in a way that swoons the doctors heart despite being married and sharing a life with you for the past few months. a mug sits on a coaster beside the lamp, and harvey can smell the scents of aromatic tea hitting his nostrils while you finally notice his presence. the warm smile you send him pulls harvey towards you, settling a kiss to your hairline before turning to the dresser to change into his pyjamas and out of his work clothes, leaving his mug atop the wood. he can feel your eyes watching and smiles to himself as he asks, "how was your day, my love?" your reply could be anything to him, unpredictable. you had an array of skills harvey was amazed by and fond of, one of the hundreds of reasons he fell in love with you. you scan the plaid pyjamas and grey t-shirt adorning his frame as he carries his coffee to his bedside where you already sat his current read upon.