Condemned

Ximena sat in the waiting room, along with the rest of the Adams Foster family. The only felt as scared as she was was Jude. He had his eyes on the Latina, watching her leg shake.

"Ximena?" He asked, "Is Callie going to be okay?"

The older girl paused before answering, "Callie's strong."

He nodded, and Ximena took the boy's hand. They sat there for a while, until finally a nurse holding a clipboard came out. Immediately, everyone stood up.

"Your daughter is going to be fine." She confirmed, "Nothing major, she will have to wear a cast though."

The Moms; along with the rest of the family and Ximena nodded.

"Can we visit her?" Stef asked.

"Yes, but family members only." He motioned for the family to come (which they did) while Ximena sat miserably in the waiting room. Stef paused, "What are you sitting here for?"

"It's family members only."

"Honey, you are family." The police officer offered her hand and held it all the way to Callie's room.

The nurse took them in one by one, and finally, after Jude, it was Ximena's turn. She sighed and walked through the door, grabbing a stool and sitting next to the girl.

"How ya feelin'?" The Latina asked.

"Like a million bucks." Callie responded with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, girl." The older girl whispered, grabbing the brunette's hand, "I shouldn've taken you roller skating. It's my fault you're hurt."

"Shut up, X." Callie ordered, "This isn't your fault. I honestly forgot that I was wearing them so I tripped. It's my own damn fault."

"But, Callie I—"

Rolling her eyes again, the younger girl grabbed Ximena's face and kissed her, completely oblivious to the crowd watching through the window. The nurse, who was in the room with Callie just seemed uncomfortable.

"What was that for?" The artist asked, scooting her chair closer to the bed.

"To get you to shut up. You shouldn't blame yourself for this." Callie gestured to her wounded knee, "I told you. It's my damn fault."

Smiling, Ximena gently nudged the brunette over and joined the girl on the bed. The Nurse made her get off just as quickly, though, which disappointed both girls. Announcing that visiting hours were up; the Nurse ushered the family out the door.

And everyone was staring at Ximena. Including Callie, who watched the Latina until she disappeared around the corner.

"So, are you and Callie like, a thing now?" Mariana asked, who had hitched a ride with Ximena.

"We weren't going to tell anyone."

"Why?"

"Callie didn't want to."

"Why? Because of what happened at home?"

"No. Because she didn't want to tell until after our first date." The older girl paused, "What happened at home?"

"Moms cornered her the day she kissed you for the first time and asked her if she was a lesbian. And of course, Callie said no, because she's bi. But Moms thought she was afraid of coming out to them or denying it or whatever. And finally, she got mad and shouted her confession."

"Well, that sucks. So, was she scared to tell you guys…?"

"No. Callie just wanted to come out when she had feelings for a girl again. She was actually planning on telling me that same night, actually…"

Callie got cleared from the hospital two weeks later. She stayed home the majority of the time, which wasn't all that bad with Ximena visiting her every minute possible. So, today the two were sitting on the couch watching some old reruns on the TV.

"So, how is it? Being trapped in here all day?" The Latina asked, changing her position so that she could lock eyes with the brunette.

"I wouldn't call it being trapped, per-se." She shrugged, "It's more like being grounded by a doctor."

"So, you don't get bored at all?"

"Not with you here." Callie admitted nervously, laying her head on Ximena's shoulder. She blushed as she felt the Latina pull her into a close snuggle.

"I didn't tell my parents I was gay for two years." The older girl admitted.

"Yeah?" The brunette responded in surprise, staring up at the artist, "I never got a chance to tell my Mom what I was. And truthfully, I don't think I'd even want to admit it." Picking her cuticles, Callie lifted her head off and painfully lifted her legs onto the couch and rested her head on Ximena's lap.

"Why's that?" The Latina asked, gently stroking the younger girl's brown locks.

"It's just, Mom was never into all that stuff. She was never really accepting about the LGBTQ community. It's not like I didn't love my Mom, I did. I do. I just figured what's the purpose of telling someone that you're gay or bisexual if you know they won't accept it. Plus, I didn't want to disappoint her or whatever."

"I get it. Believe me, I do. But sometimes not knowing can feel a lot worse than being disappointed."

"Yeah, I guess." Leaning in, she pecked the Latina on the lips, "I wish this damn thing would heal already. I freaking hate being condemned to the couch." Callie glanced down at her watch, "What are you doing here, anyway? School's already started."

"I'm not going there until you come with me."

"You sure you just aren't trying to cut class or something? Using me as an excuse?" The brunette teased. Biting her lip, she sighed, "Seriously, though. You should be at school. What if there's like, a huge ass assignment you need to finish?"

"I don't care. I am staying right here."

"You can't throw away your future, X."

"I'm not throwing away anything. It's just a different future." She smiled, kissing the younger girl once again, "I love you Cal."

Blushing a deep red, Callie smiled, "I love you too."

The End