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'y/n and Mark you are not leaving this room until you figure your stuff out because we are all sick of getting in the middle of your shit',
Derek said pushing Mark and I into the attendings lounge, I rolled my eyes before sitting down onto the couch,
'what does he mean our shit we are perfectly fine?'
Mark said walking over to the fridge opening it, I looked at him unimpressed raising my eyebrows, I stood up and walked over to him,
'no we are not and you know that you idiot',
I said standing in front of him and folding my arms, Mark avoiding my eye contact. I rolled my eyes slightly,
'someone has an attitude today',
Mark said moving closer towards me. My breath got somewhat shaky, Mark picked up on it,
'I love the way I am still able to make you nervous even after everything'.
