Hi!
I usually write Addek - Maddison is as far as I venture, so this is completely new for me.
Please let me know if you like it!
Today, she saved lives. Five lives. Today, she trained new doctors. Today, she gave a mother back her child, a family back their dreams.
Today, she's lying flat on her back, feeling emptier than she ever thought possible.
Ghosted.
What a disgusting word, she decides. Ghosted. Ghosts are supposed to be dead people, not selfish people who just up and disappear because they can't take the embarrassment of being fired.
Okay, so it's pretty embarrassing - not that she's ever been fired - but still.
How long does it take to say it's over ? Or I'm not coming back ?
She flips onto her belly to check the clock.
Great. Ghosted, again.
Carina was supposed to be here hours ago, with the promise of dinner and a reenactment of last night.
And Andrew was out of the house.
She's sinking onto bed - alone, again - cursing her feet and blessing the fluffy socks - where did she get those, again? - when the phone rings.
"Oh, hell no." she mutters; yet another benefit of sleeping alone. No one judges you for talking to yourself. She shoves her head under the pillow, the insistent trill of the phone fading a little.
She pops back out when it stops ringing, mentally calculating how long she has to sleep before she absolutely has to wake up in the morning.
She's just come up with the unsatisfactory answer of four hours when the phone goes off again.
"Dr. Torres." she snaps, without looking at the caller id.
"Can I please please talk to Sofia, please, I've been ghosted, like, twice, I swear everyone keeps turning into ghosts around me, it's like I'm the ...the grim reaper or someone and I'm really sorry but I need to talk to her right now - please?"
"Arizona?"
"Oh, um. Yeah, hi?"
"For gods sakes, it's one in the morning!" she yells, warming up a little. "She's asleep."
"I'm sorry," she wails. "I just thought...you know, talking to her always makes me feel better. I forgot about the time difference."
"Could you ...call back in the morning?" she asks, trying and failing to stifle a yawn.
"Sure." she chirps. It's a very unconvincing chirp, though, and she feels a little guilty.
"Or...you could talk to me?" she hedges, eyeing the clock and wondering how long it will take to 'talk'.
"Oh. Um..."
"So you got ghosted, huh?" she asks, sinking into a pile of pillows, trapping the phone between them and her ear so she can have her hands free. "Sucks."
"I know." Arizona says mournfully. She can just picture her now, old pajamas, ratty hair, probably a tub of ice cream - banana,gross - and lying on the floor.
"Was it anyone...special?" It must have been, for her to be so cut up when it ended.
She feels a stab of guilt at how insincere her voice sounds. But, as she reasons, it's really hard to be sympathetic about someone else's crap love life when you've met someone amazing yourself.
"Kinda." she hiccups. She can hear the spoon against her teeth. "She was...great."
"Can we get a name?" she asks, feeling a craving for banana ice cream start somewhere in the back of her mind, where her old habits live.
"Doesn't matter." she says. "It wasn't all that long, you know, but she made me feel almost -"
Like you do.
The words she uses as a yardstick for everyone she's met so far. No one matches up.
"You know what?" she says suddenly. "Callie, it's okay. Go to sleep. I'm fine, I'll work this out, and I can always call in the morning-"
"Arizona-"
"Goodnight, Callie."
So? Do you want me to continue? I'm totally Addek trash, but I've always loved Calzona too.
Review and let me know!