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I wake up to a splitting headache and a lovely little ray of light hitting my eyelid, making the once dark abyss I was enjoying shatter into pieces. I am slightly disoriented, not really knowing where I was until I realized that I was definitely in my own house. I chuckled at the thought of not recognizing my own home, making my hand come and press my forehead as if that was magically going to get rid of the pounding that was happening there.

"What's so funny?" I jump probably thirty feet in the air when I hear these words being whispered from behind me. I try to regulate my heart rate before I have a heart attack, and suddenly the memories of last night come flooding back, almost drowning me in the process. This wasn't a hangover induced headache, but rather an emotional one and that's when Callie's presents behind me became quite apparent.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" she asks, and I feel the tears start to well up again. You have got to be kidding me! I am not this emotional, ever, never have been. But then Callie enters my life and suddenly I am crying all the time. What the hell? Before I know it, the tears are rolling down my cheeks and I sniffle, trying to keep the snot from rolling also. I feel a shift behind me, and suddenly my eyes connect to the most concern filled eyes I have seen being glanced in my direction.

"Erica, what's wrong?"

I shrug, because hell I really don't know. The feeling of thumbs pads brushing against my cheeks, try to stop the tears before they fall only makes me cry harder. Seriously Erica, get your shit together, what the hell is wrong with you? The voices in my head are my father yelling at me to grow up and that big girls don't cry. I heard them my whole life, and I think that every emotion I have had my entire life has been bottled up deep inside me and Callie has just pulled the cap off and let all of them free, overwhelming me in the process. I find myself in Callie's arms again with her rubbing soothing circles on my back, actually subsiding my tears. She pulls back, taking a long deep look into my eyes, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable, but safe at the same time.

"Sorry," I mumble, breaking eye contact and looking at my hands like they were absolutely the most interesting thing I had seen in ten years.

"Hey, it's okay," she tells me, lifting my chin and kissing my lightly. I sat there confused, she just told me it was okay to cry, okay to show my emotions openly; it went against everything I knew and I didn't know what to do. "I'll be right back."

She trots away and I am left trying to erase everything that had been told to me about being an emotional girl and trying to truly believe when Callie told me it was okay. A sharp pain goes through my head and I am reminded that the throbbing wasn't going to go away. I get up, getting ready to get aspirin when Callie comes back into the room with water in one hand and two Tylenol in the other. She smiles at me and I can't help but to smile back, because it is that infectious; her smile is one the most amazing things I have seen in my lifetime and I work on hearts for a living.

"How did you know?" I ask, graciously taking the water and Tylenol, giving her a soft kiss before downing the pills, wanting them to get rid of the aching now.

"You always massage your forehead when you have a headache, and I saw you do it when you started laughing, and because I know that a night of tears leads to a headache in the morning."

"Oh, well thank you," I pull her toward me by her belt loops, and attack her lips with my own. The softness and complete contrast to the lips I have felt before will never get old. She pulls away and I pout at the lost of contact. She stares straight into my soul with her amazing chocolate eyes, and I am completely lost in the depths of her.

"We need to talk about yesterday," Callie says in a hush tone, drawing me closer to her and pushing the hair out of my face.

I merely nod as I am weak with her, there is no sight of Dr Hahn, the renown cardiothoracic surgeon in sight.

TBC…

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