Mark’s POV
I’m trying so hard to not to panic or break down in front of Amanda. But I’m just so overwhelmed! I’m practically sprinting into the bathroom to turn on the shower so I can suffer a panic attack in solitude.
I’m seriously beginning to have trouble breathing and my vision is starting to tunnel, as I step into the hot water. I sit down inside the tub so I don’t pass out and accidentally fall. Wouldn’t that just make my day complete, I think, and actually snort out loud. After everything else that happened today, wouldn’t it be ironic if I ended up giving myself a concussion and accidentally drown in a bathtub?
Shittiest. Day. EVER!
OK, maybe it’s not as shitty as the day Meredith drowned, or the day when my dad and step family died in the car wreck or whatever it was
