That First Kiss
"Good Morning Sunshine," mumbled Callie as she rolled over, expecting to give her hot blonde wife a kiss, only to be greeted by an empty bed. She stuck her hand out and felt the bed was cool. "Ugh, shit not again." This was the third day this week Arizona had left before Callie had even gotten out of bed. She knew that her brother's death had affected her, but she knew that the distance between them wasn't good, for either of them, or their marriage for that matter.
Callie was extremely grateful for Mark though. During this difficult time he had offered to keep Sophia for them at night and allow them some alone time. However, thought Callie, it wasn't like she was benefiting from the extra time alone. She immediately felt ashamed for thinking that though, she knew Arizona was just beginning to feel normal again after losing her leg and Callie knew better than to push her considering Arizona still blamed her, and to be honest, Callie even blamed herself..
After showering and trying to call Mark, with no luck, Callie headed into the hospital to see what bones needed fixing that day. "Torres, there you are!" Shouted her best friend as soon as she had walked into Grey Memorial. Although her personal life had been a little rocky lately she was grateful for her friendship with Mark and even more grateful he had survived the plane crash. "Hey, sorry I didn't answer your call earlier, I was in the middle of a jaw reconstruction, which I rocked by the way. I mean he is almost as hot as I am now. Almost." "Yay, way to go." Callie replied with an eye roll. "Thank you for allowing one more person to become as vain as you are." "Hey, if you got it, you got it," Mark replied with his little sideways smile. "I'll catch you later, baby mama." "Stop callin…." It was too late Mark had already turned the corner with a wink by the time Callie could get the words out. Although she knew it drove Arizona crazy Callie kind of enjoyed the attention she got from Mark, ever since the baby and crash, Callie hadn't been able to care for herself as much and she didn't feel as sexy as she used to.
"Code Blue to room 112, Code Blue," rang over the intercom, and normally Callie would ignore it, but not today. That was her patient a 10 year old which was supposed to be a simple screw insertion into his leg later that day. "Dammit!" Callie shouted, and ignoring the stares she sprinted towards the pediatric ward. And almost selfishly wishing Arizona wasn't in surgery so she would be there as well.
