Addison sat motionless at her kitchen table. She didn't know how to respond to the bombshell that had just been dropped upon her.
She had known that Callie and George were having marital problems, and had even suspected that George had been cheating on Callie, well, heck she practically knew that from the start—Izzie had basically confessed her sins to Addison. For some reason, however, she had not expected that this affair, this man would have had the ability to break Calliope Torres this badly. She seemed like a tough, resilient woman who would be able to spring right back up from this blow, utterly unscathed. Why Addison believed that anyone would be entirely capable of doing that was irrelevant, as the fact was that she was indeed utterly shocked.
Less than an hour ago, a completely soaked to the bone Callie had appeared at Addison's doorstep. It should be noted that it was only now three o'clock in the morning. It should also be noted that while it was raining in Seattle a couple of hours ago, it hadn't rained in LA in the past several days. Both of these were cause for concern. Callie had been utterly soaked—beyond soaked, to the point of dripping, the point where she would have literally been able to ring out every article of clothing that was wearing productively. In that state she had boarded a plane at the last minute. At least she hadn't thought to drive from Seattle to LA in that state.
When Addison opened the door, Callie had said nothing. She had just stood there in the doorway, motionless, save for the multitudes of tears streaming down her face. She hadn't needed to say anything. It was fairly obvious that if something had left her distraught enough that she would have come to Addison in the dead of the night, it had to be big, and it pretty much had to be related to her marriage. These assumptions were dead on.
Addison had shown Callie to the guest room (where, fortunately, the bed was made and not only was everything in proper working order, but also meticulously decorated to suit Addison's taste perfectly. Not that it much mattered with Callie in such a state, but still). Callie had entered the room and thrown the small bag that she had brought with her onto the floor before sitting down on the bed and staring blankly in front of her.
Addison had tried in vain to get any sort of response out of Callie about anything at all, about what exactly had happened, but she was in such a detached and zombie-like state that this task proved to be impossible. Instead, Addison opted to help Callie change into dry clothing and get into the bed to warm up. If she couldn't fix her friend internally at the moment, the least she could do was prevent her from getting pneumonia or hypothermia or…something.
And so Addison sat at her kitchen table, not knowing what to think or do, but certain of the fact that sleep would not come tonight…and more than likely Oceanside would be without a GYN the following day (which was the upside of having so few patients in a given day).