Callie was laying in the middle of the floor when Mark entered her apartment. "You should learn to lock your doors," he advised, crouching next to her.
She turned her head slightly and glared through swollen, blackened eyes. "I knew you were coming over. Besides, I'm seriously not worried about burglery right now."
"Come on, Cal. It's not so bad."
"My nose was broken, Sloan, and I'm so tired." Tears welled in her eyes,. "I'm tired, Mark."
Mark laid beside Callie on the floor and tugged her so she was in his arms. "I know, baby." He leaned up and kissed the top of her head. "Close your eyes."
Cristina walked into the apartment feeling drained. After the emotional turmoil she'd been through with Meredfith not defending her and Hunt looking at her, she was physically and mentally exhausted. She stood by the sofa and stared down at a sleeping Mark Sloan.
Callie was laying half on him staring at a point across the room. "He thinks I'll be able to sleep if he holds me."
"I think he needed to hold you to sleep," Cristina corrected. She sat on the floor and crossed her legs. "I couldn't sleep after Burke left," she confessed. "Meredith was there and she would hold me but--"
"Her arms weren't the arms you wanted around you," Callie finished. She looked up at Cristina without moving. "I get that."