"Singing. I heard singing." Bailey glanced up from the still fresh incisions she'd been checking. For the past two days Callie had been in and out of consciousness the anesthesthetic and cocktail of drugs still firmly in her bloodstream. Not much of what she'd said had made sense either. The small woman raised an eyebrow at this seemingly random comment.
"Come again Torres?" Brown eyes blinked back in shock as if she hadn't realised she'd even spoken. After a pause, Callie licked her cracked lips before speaking slowly again.
"I-I remember singing." Her eyebrows had furrowed in the middle, as if confused by the idea.
"Singing? As in music?" Bailey asked.
"No… Everyone was singing whilst they operated." The creases smoothed out as the idea seemed to settle more fully into her fuzzy brain.
"Whilst we operated? Torres, you were under you couldn't have seen anything and I assure you no one was singing."
"No, no. There was singing, you held my hand-" Brown eyes flicked to the now limb and useless limb in question, "And sang. T-then in the OR when they took- took her. You all sang! Grey, Owen, Little Grey, Mark and Arizona." Her gaze had turned unfocused as she slipped into the memory
"I did hold your hand but I assure you there was no singing." The small woman said pacifyingly. She was surprised that the Latina could remember her hand being held considering the state she'd been in at the time. Although it was clear that the drugs Callie was on were seriously muddling things.
"I heard it though! I couldn't reach anyone; I tried to hold her hand while she watched…" Callie said faintly, her eyes beginning to droop close as the sedatives pulled her back under. Bailey frowned unhappily and checked the tubes and wires surrounding her friend.
Turning to leave the dark skinned woman almost missed the next comment.
"-Everyone sings good…" Bailey blinked and the unexpected comment, any further thoughts were cut off by the blonde peds surgeon in the doorway.
"What does she mean about singing?" Arizona asked as she moved slowly into the room to sit by her fiancée's bedside.
"Doctor Torres here seems to think she could see us while she was out, and that we all sang as we worked." Bailey chuckled moving to leave again. Arizona smiled weakly at the concept, trying to imagine their friends singing Reaching out she took the limb hand of her unconscious lover and squeezed it lightly. Bailey paused at the door for a moment, looking back briefly.
"She also said something about trying to hold your hand in the gallery." Shaking her head the woman left. She missed the widening of blue eyes and the sharp intake of breath.