Meredith looked up at George from her gurney as he wheeled her towards the elevator. A needle was poking out of her arm, connecting her to an IV of morphine.
"When I'm on the table, keep me draped. Too many people have seen me naked already. I'd like to keep whatever dignity I have left," she told him, before spotting Mark standing at the nurse's station. "It's McSteamy! McSteamy! Yoo hoo!"
Mark walked over, a grin spreading over his face. "McSteamy? Is that what you're calling me now?"
Meredith rubbed her nose. "Yeah, but I don't think you're meant to know."
Mark grinned down at her. "How's my favourite dirty mistress?"
"Haven't you heard?" Meredith asked, almost giddy. "Now I'm an adulterous whore!"