Breakdown
"Calleigh, wait." She heard him say as totally disregarding him. Only two damn days since it happened. Was she crazy? She cannot be here! He trudged behind her as she kept her speed through the crime lab halls. Where was she going? He hadn't a clue, but he followed all the same.
"Hold on a sec."
"Give me a break," she continued forward, her heart racing. The others in the lab could tell that something was up.
"Why don't you listen?" Eric asked in his concerned tone.
"I don't have to listen to you Eric, I can make my own choices." The elevator came into sight only half closed.
"Calleigh," he demanded. But it was too little, too late, she had slipped in right before the doors cut off the entrance. He groaned and stared up at the numbers going up in size. Instantly he dashed to the end of the hall and rushed up the emergency staires.
As the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, people gushed out in different directions. She intensely watched out for him but didn't see him coming in the crowd of people and went directly in his grasp. The hallway cleared and the elevator went on its way.
"Leave me alone," she spat out at him giving him a death glare.
"No, the doctor said to rest, instead you're here making your problem worse."
"I don't have a problem Eric!" she yelled.
"I told you yesterday, that you shouldn't be here."
"Don't tell me what the hell to do!"
"Calleigh, you almost died." She made an attempt to get away but he held onto her.
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"Calleigh, calm down," he said as he subdued her. She began fighting, hitting him in every violent way.
"Stop it! Let me go!" Everyone was now alert to the screaming commotion going on. Eric dragged her into the nearby lab. He held onto her tighter trying to get her to stop, but she wouldn't. She lashed out and knocked over some glass objects off the table. SMASH!
"Calleigh, stop. Calm down!" They struggled to the floor. Suddenly he yelped and let go of her immediatley and drew away. Silence. She slumped against the door jam, leaning on the window. He was bleeding from three slashes on his right cheek. They stared at each other. Her face was bright red, stinging from hot tears and her hair tangled in knots. She whimpered. It hurt.
"Eric?" he looked up at Natalia standing in the door way staring in horror at them. He was obviously near tears and half his face was blood stained. And they heard weezing. His attention got turned back to her on the floor. She was suffocating - again. He took her into his arms - again. Hearts raced, blood pumped, nerves cringed - again.
"Where's your medication?" he asked.
"I don't, know," she choked and her lungs gasped for oxygen. Natalia quickly phoned an ambulance. The whole department was in a rush. Yet again.