Chapter 2
Please Don't Let Me Go
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Where do I begin?
Should I tell you
How bad I need you now
You're underneath my skin
But I'm confused
My head is spinning all around
I waited so long
I need to know, darling
What is on your mind
Normally I try to run
And I might even want to hide
Cause I never knew what I wanted
Til I looked into your eyes
- Please Don't Let Me Go by Olly Murs
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So this is the first chapter guys, what do you think? Please R&R, I hope to get another chapter up in the next few days, I know season 7 starts in 2 days (i've been counting!) so this fic isn't timed to perfectly, but i just thought this up this morning whilst drying my hair. Hope you enjoy this chapter x
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I awoke with a jolt, almost falling out of the tiny chair I had slept awkwardly in. I couldn't leave Callie's side. Not after what happened. I got up and streched, my legs had gone numb. My phone vibrated in my scrubs pocket, almost as if it knew I had woken up. I checked the caller ID before answering,
"Hey, no news yet. Anything your end? Everyone must be pretty shaken up. Derek? Karev? Is everyone OK?" I was completely worked up, it happened when I panicked. Callie would have laughed at me.
"OK, calm down Arizona, Callie did say you had a habit of going on." Cristina took a deep breath before continuing,
"Derek and Alex are going to be fine, but Mer and Lexie are in terrible shape. Mer won't stop crying every 2 seconds and Lexie won't leave Karev's side. It's Mark that's worst though. He's worried about Derek and even more about Callie, but also moping about Little Grey loving Karev. "
"That bad?"
"He can't stay still. Always going running or fishing or whatever. He needs Derek and Callie to be OK. He's all alone."
"Where is he right now?"
"Sloan? Out running I think, he's always pretty vague."
"Thanks Cristina, I'll try to get hold of him. I'll keep you updated about Cal." I was about to hang up when Cristina blurted something out,
"You're not going to hurt her are you?"
"Calliope? I have no intention of hurting her, but we have some thing to sort out."
"Alright, but you should know this: Callie was heartbroken when you guys broke up. And I had to deal with all my crap, all Mer's crap and then Callie piled all of her's onto my giant pile of crap. So don't break her again."
"That was..." I was at a loss for the right word, "sweet. Almost."
"Shut up." and she put down the phone.
I laughed. For the first time in a week, I laughed.
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I waited an hour before calling Mark. I so desperately wanted to change, Seatle Pres scrubs weren't as nice as mine, the fabric was cheaper and more itchy. I would do anything not to be here, to be in Seatle Grace-Mercy West hospital working with the small children and bringing a smile to worried parents' faces. But Calliope was shot, and I had to tell her. Tell her these events had made me realise what I really wanted. Mark picked up on the first ring.
"Watch out Blondie, you're on speaker phone. We want to keep our phone sex a secret right?" Typical. Both of his best friends are lying in hospital beds and he's making jokes. I decided to ignore his comment,
"Where are you Mark?"
"In the park by the hospital, everything all right Blondie?" he was as good a person as any to talk to,
"Not really. The woman I love was shot right infront of me, I had to talk my way out of being shot, rush Callie to an ambulance then operate on a 6 year old, while she was awake."
"I'll be right over. Anything you need?"
"Clean clothes!" I sighed in relief. Who would have thought I'd rely on a man-whore?
